Remember me as a time of day,
as dawn peeks childishly over the horizon
and splashes dew-drops with beads of life.
When birds begin to sing anew,
transcending their melodies above the trees,
from every leaf that whispers
"renew, refresh, recreate",
and morning glories open themselves,
unapologetically beautiful and bold-faced
towards the oncoming gold.
This is how you shall remember me.
Nay, lest the dawn be too sweet,
and comparisons be left inadequate.
Still, remember me as a time of day.
In the mischievous gleam of afternoon,
as every living creature celebrates its vivacity and might,
sunlight leaking through the holes between foliage
and onto the floors of the forest.
When the bumblebees rumble and buzz,
and honey drips sweetly from their catacombs,
and as the insects and hummingbirds
regale the world with noontime song,
golden light bathing each facet of creation,
so you shall remember me.
But, if in dismay you find the sun
too bold or bright for me at peak,
then perhaps evening will well of me speak.
You must remember me as a time of day.
Apollo, no longer high and proud, sinks into slumber
and proclaims to all the world:
"Farewell; though I leave you with naught but fiery remains of day,
I shall always, always return on the 'morrow."
The moon, with pale visage, takes hold
and brings with her an easy slumber.
When fireflies spark in the air,
just as the stars twinkle and smile above,
and the owls sing somberly
the sweetest lullaby for all to hear,
please,
please,
remember me.
as dawn peeks childishly over the horizon
and splashes dew-drops with beads of life.
When birds begin to sing anew,
transcending their melodies above the trees,
from every leaf that whispers
"renew, refresh, recreate",
and morning glories open themselves,
unapologetically beautiful and bold-faced
towards the oncoming gold.
This is how you shall remember me.
Nay, lest the dawn be too sweet,
and comparisons be left inadequate.
Still, remember me as a time of day.
In the mischievous gleam of afternoon,
as every living creature celebrates its vivacity and might,
sunlight leaking through the holes between foliage
and onto the floors of the forest.
When the bumblebees rumble and buzz,
and honey drips sweetly from their catacombs,
and as the insects and hummingbirds
regale the world with noontime song,
golden light bathing each facet of creation,
so you shall remember me.
But, if in dismay you find the sun
too bold or bright for me at peak,
then perhaps evening will well of me speak.
You must remember me as a time of day.
Apollo, no longer high and proud, sinks into slumber
and proclaims to all the world:
"Farewell; though I leave you with naught but fiery remains of day,
I shall always, always return on the 'morrow."
The moon, with pale visage, takes hold
and brings with her an easy slumber.
When fireflies spark in the air,
just as the stars twinkle and smile above,
and the owls sing somberly
the sweetest lullaby for all to hear,
please,
please,
remember me.
Hardships.
In the end of summer,
the last of days.
Before our eyes will be
illuminated, that which was unknown.
We did not know it, and
we did not know that we did not know it.
And then,
without warning or grace,
IT is.
Perhaps nigh unbearable,
seeping in through the pores
in our exterior walls of brick
and stone--such cold stone have we.
IT will shake the core
of any man in lesser mind.
Tally now, those in masses,
who fall like lead and break,
poisoned from the inside out.
Our cores are stronger.
IT cannot overcome
us, childlike and whole,
even as every fault lies in violent light
we stand upon the edge,
Foundation.
and refuse to be stirred.
We choose our own master.
the last of days.
Before our eyes will be
illuminated, that which was unknown.
We did not know it, and
we did not know that we did not know it.
And then,
without warning or grace,
IT is.
Perhaps nigh unbearable,
seeping in through the pores
in our exterior walls of brick
and stone--such cold stone have we.
IT will shake the core
of any man in lesser mind.
Tally now, those in masses,
who fall like lead and break,
poisoned from the inside out.
Our cores are stronger.
IT cannot overcome
us, childlike and whole,
even as every fault lies in violent light
we stand upon the edge,
Foundation.
and refuse to be stirred.
We choose our own master.
