Time Passes

Time passes and night succumbs to day, dawn The harbinger of renewal and the mourning of Past moments. Pallor in the eastern sky Takes on a crimson hue, as some courtesan's lips, Flooding the world with rich vitality and promise. This memory fades a little more, though emotion Argues that it should not disappear into oblivion. And the sun inspects the world, indifferent to Our small hurts and despairs, more concerned that Light bring joy and the small death of forgetfulness. And as the day brings awakening, the bustle and Distractions of life, that memory is pushed aside; And a subtle relief unobtrusively pervades the Busy mind, and future promise beckons.