The hare left her silent trail
On the grassy bank bare
Hopping across the wind
She floats into the sunset
There will always be a sunset
As I sit watching here
In my hands cold comfort
As I stand rooted in yesterday
And while the sands of tomorrow
Are chiseled rock still
Seeing past the sunset blinds
Binds us to the dark of night
And we fail to see today
The shimmering sunrise
No comments:
Post a Comment