There is a time to shy away from life
as we know it –
at its darkest
here in the cavern of this night
when life slips away and light
has yet to arrive…
Leaving us no dreams to parade at dawn
or embraces to gently wake us
Loving arms to shackle us close
We have a grasp on tomorrow as loose
as a whisper
as fragile as warm breath escaping,
only to fog mirrors and evaporate
Outside a sky I could seize in a fist,
and shake it free of clouds
forms a union with all unspoken.
A perfect mould to capture the spirit.
I have the heart- beat of a Spring Tide and
the energy of a stream at play as it chases
Down a mountain side and fills the lake.
I know how precious time is and I treasure
every moment.
Never surrender our all to the day or night.
For we are yet to be reborn tomorrow.
.
Malcolm Paul
.