Climbing through
Hoops, over hurdles
Putting thoughts into words
Words to the page
To the every chapter
Not to be read, to be seen
For years to come
What ever shall it become?
What ever shall it become?

A story to be told
Of deepest lamented pain
To triumphant glory
What more shall it be,
Memento mori?

What shall it be?
The stillness of words
The stiffness of letters
Yet the carriers of voice
Of sound beyond ears

What shall it be,
In a time soon to see?
Yet distant as a yearning shore
Calling the lost home
To meet their rest
What more shall time tell?
Time tells all things
Not quite yet
But eventually, all things shall rise
All things shall be known
Brought to shine
In the light of an early dawn.

- Jay M
April 5th, 2022