You Shall See the Dusk and Dawn- Part 3
Though these words are all true
I never knew how much they meant
They’re the makings of my diary
Which is compiling with my every whim
And I know the future seems grim
When the sun descends the light goes dim
Don’t you fret the moon will lend itself as a night light
But on some nights the sun will refuse to stay out of sight
The moonlight is eclipsed and I seal my lips
And the moon drips over the blackened star
Two crypts in an endless galactic battle
Opposites attract desperately trying to complete what the other might lack
Like the light of day and the black of night
You see you must contrast if you hope to create a masterpiece
Or at the very least a memory that will last
Life’s a struggle to surpass the work of the last great man
So my tongue rattles in its cage
My eyes gage the force
My blood courses
And my mind divorces the eyes that I use to see
Because they can’t quite see how the world is
But only as the world should be
Again I flee into the mind that I find comfort
In charring with the riggers of battle lines
Drawn out in some fine print
Making the eyes bend and squint
I’m in less than mint condition
This is less than efficient
I’ve barely christened the issues that are on the line
And I paint some pictures withe the fixtures that dangle from my beautiful mind
So I might bind your thoughts
You may even find some truth or maybe some excuse to go on
Maybe to find a new way to look at dusk and dawn
So maybe drag the old rusty beach chair onto the lawn
See with new eyes what you already saw
If you can’t find strength to walk
Just muster up some strength just crawl
If you should happen to fall get up and stand tall
And if your thoughts should turn to death
Don’t count your breaths take a rest
Just remember the times the air was stolen from your lungs
Our lives begun so small and the world so huge
But now our bones are fused and the isn’t as it use to be
You must realize that the earth is massive but your world is small
None of us can expect to understand it all
Again I find myself on the brink catastrophe
These words might mean a lot to you
But let me reassure you they mean much more to me
Copyright © William Hearn | Year Posted 2006
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