The Day

The Day is dawning.

The light in the room becoming dimmer.

Makes me wonder how the bright

fades away the dim.

And the day keeps on dawning.

The brightness proud of its glory.

The gray sky blooming blue and white flowers

Not caring if we all share its beauty.

The sleepless creatures making merry

As the darkness is conquered by light.

But I stayed awake all night.

And the pains of day are for me to carry.

Keeping the balance between truth and reality,

I travel on the razor’s edge-

- each step bleeding the side effects of consciousness.

If I fall I pray that it be in the night.

For I have no victory to proclaim;

No demands to make; no defeat to resent.

So that I may be overcome and forgotten

In the bright glory of

The New day to come.