May 2017
Somewhere in the darkness of morning
Or in the evening just before noon
Lies the dawning of midnight
Throughout the sleep of afternoon
Mixed emotions hidden by daylight
Darkness empties the room
Dinner comes to me at daybreak
The sun shines on the moon
Feelings captured in emotion
Care little about the time
With a handhold on tomorrow
The future was yesterday
Can you see that forever
Is just a daybreak away
Life isn’t about tomorrow
And not about yesterday
In the darkness of morning
The moon shines at noon
Stars beckoning the evening
To come on too soon
Life cannot be about tomorrow
And cannot be about yesterday
Life has to be about the present
This thing called - today
Or in the evening just before noon
Lies the dawning of midnight
Throughout the sleep of afternoon
Mixed emotions hidden by daylight
Darkness empties the room
Dinner comes to me at daybreak
The sun shines on the moon
Feelings captured in emotion
Care little about the time
With a handhold on tomorrow
The future was yesterday
Can you see that forever
Is just a daybreak away
Life isn’t about tomorrow
And not about yesterday
In the darkness of morning
The moon shines at noon
Stars beckoning the evening
To come on too soon
Life cannot be about tomorrow
And cannot be about yesterday
Life has to be about the present
This thing called - today
Trying to express that the past is a mix of jumbled up memories and that any expectation of future events is nothing more than expecting those jumbled up memories to repeat themselves. All we really experience is this odd unending thing called the present. If we can grasp the truth in that we could begin to make not only the present more enjoyable but also make the past more pleasant to relive and the future less unknown.
