And yet…


The day
Does not end
In darkness
Nor night
Bleed out
In color

The forest
Does not end
In a field
Of flowers
And the ocean
Doesn’t turn
To sand

We
Do not heed
To death
Nor life
To an endless
Breath

No,
We
Are not
The makers
Of new

We
Do not
Bend and
Change
And drift
Into
Some thing
Of a different
State

And yet…
We do.

We
Are more
Than the lines
We draw out
To differentiate
This
From that

More
Than the spaces
We create
On the tops
Of mounts
And
In the valley
Of our
Hopes
And dreams
Of this is mine
And that
Yours

We are
The ocean
Meeting
The sand

Day
Fading into
An infinite
Darkness

And night
Bursting forth
In a brilliant
Farewell with
An encore of
Rays rising

We are
Two worlds
Meeting

We are
The point of
Connection

The carrying
On into
The next

We are
The continuation of
Something more

And yet…
We are more

And less
And more

More but
Never new.

CL August 2014