I could watch the setting sun till the day was done. But would I watch the rising moon or find my exit too soon.
Could I let the passing hours into my heart or let it sour. Like an aging wine until inside I rewind.
I’d rest my right hand upon my heart and feel a tremble start to start. Finding a way into my soul past the anger and inner toll.
Can you see the rising light past the name it seems to fight. Moon or sun it comes around, a new day to be found.