And this is what this world has for you…
A sun and sky, some moon and the sloping shadow of roof
And this is what the new day gifts to you…
Warm nighttime breaths and the muezzin’s call at dawn
And this is what the twilight brings…
Glorious ending of chipped edges and spirited conversations
And this is how life rolls away unseen…
Years heaped upon dead leaves, shoveled with humble earth
And this is why my mirror looks faded this morning…
It cunningly remembers I was more hopeful about the world yesterday
And this is what my dreams do every night…
Slip a drop of the memory-poison in rainbow colored waters
And this is when I am making friends with death…
It rolls over, I look closer, and it has a soft glow,
like new sunrise at the end of a dull night –
a stranger lodging among strangers, a faceless guest that got out for some air…
