Monday, May 9, 2016

Another day will pass

In prayer
In the shallow hours
Of the naked morning
Where the only sound
Is of the sleeping bodies
And the breaking dawn
I am still
And I have always known
That the day will pass
And turn to dust
Another will birth
So I must trust
That my aim is true
The seeds I've sewn
Will bring life anew
Because I believe
In more than this

"Learn to love death's ink-black shadow as much as you love the light of dawn." Tyrtaeus