At Times

At times life is dark and there isn’t light.

At times when light is found, the warmth isn’t true.

At times just the essence of the warmth brings peace.

But is the peace real when the warmth of your light calms the darkness?

Its hard to truly know the right answer.

At times when you are near or your voice is heard I see facts.

At times the facts given or shown by my heart are difficult to see.

At times what is difficult to see is shown by time.

But is time really showing me my truth or what I want to see?

It still is hard to know that for sure.

At times I realize why you are here by my side.

At times when I realize its too late.

At times when I think its too late you are still around.

But why are you still around when its too late?

Or maybe its not too late after all.

So as I look at everything now and I turn to the past.

At times I tend to get lost in it.

But what are you then every time I look at times?

Well, at times I like to think you are the angel sent for me.

So maybe the warmth was true after all.

At times I knew it all along.