It looks like
the dawn won’t come;
one more race
that won’t be run.
That one last trip
around the Sun,
is done.
Now we’ll have to
deal with dark.
The plans we made,
remade to start
in now unseen,
mysterious ways.
We have no morning;
only days.
If we exist
without the clock,
the universe
just simply stops.
The Sun won’t come
and day won’t dawn,
yet somehow,
we’ll still carry on.
In timelessness,
the eyes expect
to see what we
cannot reject.
What new born sky,
what starlit hours,
might we see
after we’ve devoured,
our fear,
like children
in twilight,
so innocent
and out of time.
Restrictions lifted,
yours and mine.
The end was just
the starting line.
The cries of fear
passed us on by,
the new day which
denied the sky.
Today’s today,
no other time
truly exists;
it’s all a lie.
The Sun won’t come,
the day’s undone.
Don’t worry, Mom.
Don’t worry, Son.
We’ll seize the new
eternal day
and never let
time take away,
our love,
our stars,
our great escape
is in today,
no other place.
HG – 2017
