Light the essence of that is seen
Dark the presence of all the is hidden
In equal measure love is but a thought
And hate takes quite a bit of thought
From the nightmare that springs you in fear from bed
Find comfort in the new day’s lights embrace
The ocean deep is a stubborn brute that will succeed
The unbending rock is a stubborn brute that will fail
Time plays tricks; it folds in upon its self ever moving
Space lays out in solid focus a path to be followed
In the end there was a beginning
In the Beginning there will be an end
Poetry about the light within the dark and the dark within the light. Nature and the sense and feelings it provokes.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Ever More
What good is a day without the night
What is the moon without the stars
Can the world turn on a dime
Can the clouds hang on a string
Why do we remember the falling star
Why do we love the day and fear the night
Will you be there, even when I change my mind at a drop of a dime
Will you catch the falling stars and hold the night tight as the world hangs at the end of a string
Be here when the sun sets and rise again
Be here when grey skies smile down on us
I love and always will
You are my one and only ever more
What is the moon without the stars
Can the world turn on a dime
Can the clouds hang on a string
Why do we remember the falling star
Why do we love the day and fear the night
Will you be there, even when I change my mind at a drop of a dime
Will you catch the falling stars and hold the night tight as the world hangs at the end of a string
Be here when the sun sets and rise again
Be here when grey skies smile down on us
I love and always will
You are my one and only ever more
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