Running out of days

I have reasons to
keep my thoughts,
my vision, mere needs

I have visions to keep
my dreams, my joy
and this reality, my seed

I have hope to keep
my visions lingering,
tethering, tumbling
with no guilty plead

I have love and that alone
that drives my tears when
I cry in happiness
that makes me feel

I am searching for love
in this worldly wager
thin on this tender ice,
a love oaf bewildered
yet guarding his seizure

I'm not tender,
my broken gold has just
grimaced some frown
I'm just falling out of gaze

I'm not abundant
to fit the moon in my days

I just live through
the mornings
and die memorably
in night's daze

Gunning for my muse
I'm oblivious to the chase

I'm running into nothingness
And I'm running out of days ...