Time and Again

Time and again at break of morn a coral tone will dawn adorn. Magenta heralds night’s release, a halt in sunlight’s golden fleece to moon and stars in darkness sworn. When from the living left forlorn our earthly mortal days are torn, is this a mere unsung caprice time and again, no threnody on heavens’ horn with being of existence shorn? Or could there be a cryptic crease as part of cosmic masterpiece where all that died would be reborn time and again? ~ Harley White * * * * * * * * The poem is a rondeau…