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