24 Hours
Hearts beating on a lonely drum
while birds capture the essence on their wings -
soaring to new heights
new beginnings
an era of dawn.
Pulses playing an alternative beat
harmonies reflecting in the shards of our souls -
splintering into needles of pain
an era of day.
Fingertips tracing a forgotten route
directing the mind on a journey of evolution -
a process of spiritual change
an era of dusk.
Evening is here
night has arrived -
the death of a day
of love;
peepholes in the black
only hide and hold everything back...
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2014
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