After the Fall, Before the Rise
Say all your life, as you stayed.
The Winter calling you, remain incased.
As it covered and blanketed the motion,
All that was left was the mark of its bite.
Taken gasps with your luckless breath,
As it beamed a world away, a day to stay.
Begin again the lie of the land,
Hand covered, head wrapped,
In the hope that it can defeat the bitterness.
Bites come and cuts flow, as it remains,
Gone for a day, but taken more or less.
The tunnel pretends forever, but the light is there.
Too far for the warmth it brings,
Too close for it to fall and fade.
The honest touch of a Season's remorse,
Without its life, then the others yay lay slayed.
In contrast, heat and depth,
The proximity of your horizon falls to you.
Your hand to shield your face from the strike,
While the statue begets begun.
In moments passing, in days done,
The sheer fantastic; forgive me, Sun.
For to take, granted all shall fall,
For the effulgent manner of a languid lie.
Taste to drink, dream to night.
And in the morning, as a new day makes,
You feel that incandescence radiate.
So the lambant beacon rises...
Fate, chance, life, dreams; all to reiterate.