A question, and a dance
By Beyond Zion
Today seems so sad, Yet the sun awoke the song birds And the wind propositioned the grass to waltz . At that same moment, a droplet of rain fed the fields, And with a caw, A raven stole the moment away. To make sterile the sun, To make fertile the moon, To breath life into the graves of forgotten souls, And tear the fabric of death to weave a cloth of life. Yet encompassed in this, is a vacuous hope. What purpose does life serve, if there is but a moment to live it? Is the monumental struggle of breath just a breath and nothing more? Or are the stars our audience and we the performers? Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 01:50 PM PST 0 • 13
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