The day
Does not end
In darkness
Nor night
Bleed out
In color
The forest
Does not end
In a field
Of flowers
And the ocean
Doesn’t turn
To sand
We
Do not heed
To death
Nor life
To an endless
Breath
No,
We
Are not
The makers
Of new
We
Do not
Bend and
Change
And drift
Into
Some thing
Of a different
State
And yet…
We do.
We
Are more
Than the lines
We draw out
To differentiate
This
From that
More
Than the spaces
We create
On the tops
Of mounts
And
In the valley
Of our
Hopes
And dreams
Of this is mine
And that
Yours
We are
The ocean
Meeting
The sand
Day
Fading into
An infinite
Darkness
And night
Bursting forth
In a brilliant
Farewell with
An encore of
Rays rising
We are
Two worlds
Meeting
We are
The point of
Connection
The carrying
On into
The next
We are
The continuation of
Something more
And yet…
We are more
And less
And more
More but
Never new.
CL August 2014