So, today wept on tomorrow's shoulder Because yesterday couldn't stay longer.
Slowly, the Sun secreted days That solidified into months. Recall what the moons says, That time takes no time off.
Despite that nothing's light like light It still takes years to reach out eyes From deep in depths of night Where stars like to rest before they rise.
Although, As stars recede, we will cease. As all stars fade, we pass away. So before final peace Finds you Find a new way Not trodden yet. So the future cannot forget.
"The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue The setting sun, too indolent to hold A lengthened tournament for flashing gold, Passively darkens for night’s barbecue," Georgia Dusk, Jean Toomer