Tuesday, 11 February 2014

and so it comes

and so it comes
the start of every day like an arrow
piercing heavy eyes
overhung with sleep or sleeplessness

and so it comes
the strongest of light
illuminating every darkness of my place
and holding me clear of shadow

and so it comes
the time of fading
lessening blush diminishing strength
rose red cheeks more hollow

and so it comes
the most hallowed of times weaving
its way through all the others
in brightness in shade in seasons of remembrance

and forgetfulness

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