How Very Strange Poem by Valerie Dohren

How strange it is, how very strange
That in the still of night
I feel the beating of my heart
Then catch the morning light
That dances on the shadowed walls
To captivate my sight.

How could I so behold the dawn
And feel such joy inside
When all the world has slipped away
And everything has died -
There's now a flicker of the flame
That I can no more hide.

It is so strange, so very strange
When filled with such dismay
That I should ever be so moved
To see the children play
And watch the falling of the sun
As at the close of day.

So strange it is, so very strange
That life yet moves along -
This world will keep revolving whilst
The chorus sings its song
And all that is will ever stay
Full resolute and strong.