Break dawn to tear the sky in fire and herald the coming day! Blood red dancing clouds, heads bowed to the songs of birds as they scream, angry in their cries. Feathers torn on wings beating skies soar perilously in sorrow. For the birth of the day foretells of its death and the coming of tomorrow. Linger, linger and laugh in times borrowed, hours despised that what we hold temporarily are lies all lies! Our lives are but tears in a child’s eyes that come and go as a tide ebbs and flows. Then retreats from the shore leaving us so much sand, the broken glass on which we stand shaking for the promises forsaken. Shaking for the cold truth taken that we fade in our time as grapes wither on the vine and enemy time laughs with cruel revelry. Merry in our ignorance of what we see painted on the horizon.