Could roses cover the night skies,
in search of new beginnings?
                          
But all are found is lost followers,
mending their time with imaginary tales.
                          
Toe-to-toe against the wall,
the waves come crashing down.
                          
Breeze takes in light,
catching a glimpse of the stars above,
but something just doesn’t feel right.

The deep dark dream of eternity,
Awoke!
Add rings to an old tree; relief

New sounds, no sounds
New world, no world
New surroundings, no surroundings.

New uniform to blend out old
Arctic night among the northern stars
The deep dence caves along the forest
The base of new life springing up
From the roots below

He comes and goes however
He is always watching
Moments of suffering turn silent
Moments of joy turn rustic
Time has never had a chance
We have never had a say,
Much as an even number of grains of sugar is poured

He is powerful.
He is strong.
He brings misery and despair.

And yet,
We embrace him.