Treasure Island

Werner Horne

(8 December 1965 / Springs, South Africa)

To Bee


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.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 02, 2010

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