Wednesday, 3 July 2013

Impermanence


Day wore on and in the wearing

Found himself without a face

To show the world.

No clouded brow

Or shining eye to twinkle out,

Just blankness.

He sighed and made his way towards the edge

Where she was waiting, always waiting there for him.

“It’s the impermanence of being”, she said,

Offering up her cheek for him to kiss.

Day quietly nodded as her arms crept round his waist,

her darkness gently covering his mind.

“That’s life”, he said, as Night swept her way

 Out.

1 comment:

  1. Very warm and touching words, I should visit your blog more often.

    Deon x

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