Sunday, April 5, 2009

#4


The Suns arise,
bursting forth with boundless joys of life,
the sullen night...
goes on an exile,
hiding through the shame,
of our boundaries thin,
giving in to light,
giving into tides and time.

Should I survive?
Fade away unmarked by ties.
let hearts rejoice?
Like a butterfly,
tearing out of chains,
cocoon breaking and,
flying into autumn breezes,
stripped off laws and binds.

Yet this shall pass,
yet this shall die,
and then reborn,
like dawning light,
I think again,
to muse my way
illusions soaring
to sleep again.