Hold my thoughts and grasp my mind
amidst the closing of the day
to see the world as we rewind
the many songs of yesterday.

No rhyme nor words
nor furtive overture
could halt, subvert,
this promised adventure;

With light comes night danced Sol et Luna
in blind embrace, they chase in earnest.
Though paths unchanged through all millennia,
they meet, eclipsed, in solemn darkness.

Like scarlet streaks on dawn-break skies
and sun-kissed peaks in summer,
you'll lose yourself in truths, not lies,
and tales told non sequitur

or warm embers on winter nights
and fireflies in the distance-
you'd know that things would be alright,
that life won't fade this instance.

Alas I'm but a simple man
with magic in my pen.
I'd write loose lines with feeble hand
with thoughts that spring like winter wren.