Horizon Coming
These are the times when the sunlight is fragile
the peace that we’ve known lies empty
Flowers are crooked and bent from fatigue
Love letters lost that you’ve sent me
These are the days when winds of change blow
Seasons with drama are filled
Matters of mind and heart are inflated
Melancholy is outward spilled
These are the hours madness must move
Backs sometimes broken by these
Separate and big as iron bubbles bursting
Each day drops a clown to his knees
These are the moments that hang in the balance
Suspended by forceps of pride
These are the moments we hoped would not come
but from which we could never hide
These are the seconds unfolding to thirds
As each life, through His eye is cast
These are the times when the sunlight is fragile
and we, like this time, cannot last.
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