Sept 7 Poem by Ravi Ghayal

It's 7: 07 on September the 7th,
Forever the days of gloom.
The sun never rises but it does when it's reflecting off of the moon.
The 7th minute of every hour
Forgets the light to every flower.
To tread lightly into the dark abyss,
Forever doomed in a tireless kiss.
It is now 7: 08 on a timeless date,
The time is here, but will never be late.
When the sun decides on this day to end,
the 7th will never be the same again.