Werner Horne

Rookie (8 December 1965 / Springs, South Africa)

To Bee - Poem by Werner Horne

So as you stand in this fight that you breathe
stand strong with your sword in its sheave
The light that you crave is
but a passing wave
The warmth that you want
is nothing in compare
to the sweetness of life tasted when
you grab the day in a dare

Carpe Diem, grab the day
see how sorrows flee away
Carpe Diem, grab it now
and see how the shadows flee somehow

Seek the tomorrow
seek the today
and let me show you
the sunset if I may.

Comments about To Bee by Werner Horne

  • Silver Star - 3,437 Points Manonton Dalan (3/2/2010 5:45:00 PM)

    yes, keep that sword in its sheave. beautiful poem. thanks.md (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 2, 2010

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