The day meanders along
blushes jumpily in recall
of a long night that is yet to be.
I smile blithely into surfs
of timed-lives and seas of fears.
But the night, it is sad, sheds bitter tears.
Meaning, purpose, night's accordion door
Swings, deliberates right-wrong galore
My day smiles back, rides astride the breeze
Into chequered shadows of faraway trees;
I enter with it a world of you and me
No one believes in it, but see
How blithely we cross this sea?
No fear, desire, purpose or meaning
Just this moment, now and forever I glean
The night, it is sad, sheds bitter tears
Perhaps it knows this moment will pass
But the day smiles knowing just this
It was, it is and so it will.
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