our ink doesn't lie
the feelings will never die
stories will be told
since we are all bold
our life flows
until a heart grows

and when it dies,
there will be no secret carved in our graves

a poet with box of treasures will forever remain.

Dawn hits.
The smoky mists of the night fade away.
All that was once existent is blurred into nothingness.
A new beginning starts.

The old nightlife is somehow forgotten.
Nothing from the past can penetrate the force of the future.
It must all remain where it belongs...
Forgotten.

But how can something so important be lost?
It is believed that dawn shall fade the night away.
Day will take over and the darkness shall subside.
But the night is never truly forgotten.

Without night, there shall be no day.
Without night, there shall be no dawn.

The memories of night can never fade.
For the light of day is met with dusk,
And dusk shall once again bring the images of night in all its beauty.

Dawn may begin, but it is not a means to an end.
Dusk shall return night to the world,
Old memories once again becoming a reality.

A writer
is someone with an old soul,
a young heart,
and a timeless mind.

-*D.C.