The Day Cries

The Day Cries
The day cries tears of endless rain
And sings a sad song
As we go through the motions of the working day.


The day tries, as the remembered highs and lows
Map a broader picture
To shine on a dim light.


The day dies to the old ways
To find the gold in the earth.
The mud and the mire will reveal more
As Gaia grows her cloth.


The day sighs and breathes a deeper breath.
I breath the song.
We sing in the unknown choir,
Severally and individually,
We have the power eternal


And the day flies
Into the bloom of future hope.
The influences will not stop the flying.


Dec 21