Night Falls At Sunrise
Passing
Passing
Again the sun rose up from below the eastern horizon
to dazzle the shoreline with its radiance,
Gleaming beams of hope, slaying the shadows
that conquered the landscape at the last sunset.
Blessed are we, the selected, we see the event and walk in it,
Knowing well there were those of yesterday, now passed through the twilight,
With the midnight's displacement of night and morning removed from us.
We move from day to night and from night to day,
Casting our shadow in the light, and becoming a shadow in the dark,
Our short appearance is mostly forgotten in the scheme of things.
Loved ones and friends hear us, see us, and then grieve us,
As we are laid down and marked with a stone,
Among cries of I will never forget you; I will miss you sorely;
This will in truth be so in the heart for all time.
But with sunrises and sunsets, we wither from consciousness,
And one by one they move away from us.
We fade from daily memory,
Our smiles and voices no longer seen or heard,
We become vague renderings of time that passed,
Brought up only in some sequestered reminisces of those who truly knew us.
The stone stands alone in the day and night,
Wind and rain eroding the name and the dates,
Until there is no sign left of who was mentioned.
©2014Davey Moore, findersRkeepers Publishing
Again the sun rose up from below the eastern horizon
to dazzle the shoreline with its radiance,
Gleaming beams of hope, slaying the shadows
that conquered the landscape at the last sunset.
Blessed are we, the selected, we see the event and walk in it,
Knowing well there were those of yesterday, now passed through the twilight,
With the midnight's displacement of night and morning removed from us.
We move from day to night and from night to day,
Casting our shadow in the light, and becoming a shadow in the dark,
Our short appearance is mostly forgotten in the scheme of things.
Loved ones and friends hear us, see us, and then grieve us,
As we are laid down and marked with a stone,
Among cries of I will never forget you; I will miss you sorely;
This will in truth be so in the heart for all time.
But with sunrises and sunsets, we wither from consciousness,
And one by one they move away from us.
We fade from daily memory,
Our smiles and voices no longer seen or heard,
We become vague renderings of time that passed,
Brought up only in some sequestered reminisces of those who truly knew us.
The stone stands alone in the day and night,
Wind and rain eroding the name and the dates,
Until there is no sign left of who was mentioned.
©2014Davey Moore, findersRkeepers Publishing
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