Where we live in

What is the day?

A cacophony of whispered prayers and growls of thunder,

Life emboided in a hotchpotch of energy,

A stream of smoke in busy sidewalks.

What is the night?

A shadow across distress,

Hidden meanings of callous injustice,

A glimmer of stars trailing far from mankind.

Where is the sun?

Its violent warmth,

Its haughty shimmer,

The vibrant storm of hope?

Where is the moon?

An enthraling mirror of tranquil light

Mysterious in its wake,

The shine that makes all beauty.

What will become of the rock?

Stubborn and proud with dizzying height,

Never impaired, unlike us,

Timeless and without speed.

What will become of the sea?

Horses hurtling in a haphazard ebb and flow,

Wistful throughout centuries,

Like silk on a tapestry of quicksand.

This life we're living in, can you hear it?

A song of truth, a song of sorrow,

A darkling thrush and a simple nightingale,

Expression.

This life we're living in, can you feel it?

A capricious heart,

A tedious beat or a pounding of fluttering wings,

Thump-thump, thump-thump.

This life we're living in, can you touch it?

A carmine rose,

A beauty unlike any other,

Under fragrant petals, it will hurt you.