One day he was
As sure as sunrise
By nights end, he was not
The sun rose
Independent of his being or not being
All of the things that were—-
Still were
Except for the hearts that beat
With his, for his
Except for his brilliance that could fill a room
That is no longer this
This is a poor substitute for that
This is a void
Vacant of joy and promise
A disconnected link.
But the link has disappeared
and another door is placed before him.
He will go through the door
and not around it.
He is a s sure as sunrise again.
As sure as sunrise
By nights end, he was not
The sun rose
Independent of his being or not being
All of the things that were—-
Still were
Except for the hearts that beat
With his, for his
Except for his brilliance that could fill a room
That is no longer this
This is a poor substitute for that
This is a void
Vacant of joy and promise
A disconnected link.
But the link has disappeared
and another door is placed before him.
He will go through the door
and not around it.
He is a s sure as sunrise again.