RIC S. BASTASA


a description of sunrise


the day is over
we clap our hands

in the dark we remember
those deeds of the night

dusk comes with a surprise
on to what is next

the sun rises again
we clap our hands again

hoping that this brand new day
shall give us progress and even eternity

oh, the cycle is here again
another man of the sun loses face to the moon

in the dark we seek shelter to the night
we sleep and dream

tomorrow as the sun rises
we shall have learned: this is nothing but a vicious cycle

we then go to our own affairs
not minding whether it is morning or evening

the faces of the days
do not matter anymore.

Submitted: Saturday, June 12, 2010
Edited: Saturday, June 12, 2010
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