Sunlight glows start's ascending 
a new world lit by light so true
darkness fades as night is ending 
shadows fade now lit right through 

Corners deep cracks no hiding
contrast to a night time frame
animals adapted now no finding 
nothing changed yet non the same

Once all hidden now is showing 
light's up earths fair vanity
sky so blue clouds are glowing 
distance seen in clarity

Golden now as day is ending 
darkness creeps the night is soon
goodbye waves the sun descending 
cheered on by the eager moon


© One man

Such a long time I waited for someone to love
Somebody somewhere, I was thinking of
I knew she was out there my somebody somewhere
But the world’s a big place and life is not fair
Neither is love, not when you want it to be
You can’t control romance, it’s wait and see
To see if your someone is the somebody
You should be with, you must let it be

We’re not meant to be alone
Everybody knows
Somewhere can mean anywhere
In the end, who knows
What and how and why you will finally meet
The love of your life, so you can be complete

I waited such a long time
I hoped I would meet her
Finally she arrived, now I can assure
You that it will work out, just as it did for me
My somebody is now somewhere
Lying next to me.

A certain intangible
Remains to be unseen.
Too fast or, perhaps, too slow,
The want of spirit keen:
Eternal is the word -
That promise it assured.
Can more be sought to aid these woes?

Eternal is illusion:
A pond, upon obtrusion,
May try maintain its steady shape
But in the wake there lies
The high, the low inside
To permeate, disrupt, create:
Of what is made eternity
That's more than lack'd vitality?

It should be no surprise
That I felt inspired when I managed to find
Zeal's theme from Chrono Trigger,  Corridors of time
And as I began to ponder this rhyme
I thought "this piece of music is an excellent description of our lives"
Because truthfully, life is a corridor from birth to the grave
The end is inevitable, whether you were born again or unsaved
So I stare at the walls occasionally and at the past I look back
I smile at the memories given to me from days long past
And I March forward once again, and we should all do the same
Life for all is a corridor, the only difference between them is our name

On Time's ornate shelves
we will soon find ourselves.
Be it in a week or a decade,
each of us will eventually fade.
But our lexis and our prose,
kept in books stacked in rows,
black inked words on yellowed pages,
of our worth will be the gauges.