Sunday, August 17, 2014


The clock ticks alone,
As the night falls,
The eyes stitch together,
And darkness gets its prey,
Its prize, the silence,
As the breath steadies,
Holding still, and firm,
Not shallow, nor too deep,
Thoughts transform into dreams,
And the mind rests in the void,
The hole of emptiness,
Till the light breaks through,
And there just remain,
The shadows of the past,
In the new dawn, a new morning,
A new life, a new story,
A new page of life, unfurling,
Blank, but soon colored, vivid,
Away, not forgotten, from,
The previous day, the old life,
Just like being born again,