As the sun comes up

Spreading far across the sky
Like tea pouring out of a cup
The dark soaking it in

A peaceful time
Full of joy and sadness
The skys a mime
Not telling its secrets

The birth of light
Spilling across the sky
But what if I might
Miss the darkness

 

 

Sitting alone

 
Talking to my past
Sitting like a shadow
As in a script that we've been cast

Learning many secrets
I didn't care to know
Learning things about myself
That I swore I'd never show

My past gets up and walks away
I'm left here by myself
Now I'm stuck here in the present
I'll pu tmy past up on the shelf
-Tibet Mitchell-
cassi_steele@hotmail.com

D. I. V. A. 1998: february 13th '98