early morning,
it's cold and the sun is white
for i was born in
the darkness before the light
of a new day
a new way of living
of giving delight
and if you pay
then you may be slipping
back into the night
then all knowing
with words and with pen i write
of the growing
of things that are in my sight
early evening
it's cold and the moon is bright
and i believe in
the darkness before the light
of a new day |