for a second, remember the sunset
before the night

how beautiful it would be to forget properly
or to remember
with the ease of a sigh

how it would have been such a help
for the times when the world drops on our shoulders
forcing a sisyphus to be atlas

how the sorrowful times
blind us of hope
how we forget

we struggle to remember happiness
because of the weight of our pain

but i hope you remember
you will not speak fondly of bad memories
but of the success of a happy day

and i hope you try

remember the sunset
before the night

.
.
.

still, if it toils
when you open your eyes after the cold, dark morning rain
on a confusing summer
in a confusing world
rest knowing the truth:
the sun will rise soon