Monday, 27 April 2009
Hate Every Beautiful Day
Arms spread open before me;
The future lies linked with the horizon,
Lying out in the open, further than vision.
The past sits behind me, deepest incision.
Glance back at the clouds and the gloom,
Each footstep moving away from the old place
Takes me further into sunset, into the unknown.
The road's unfolding beneath me,
Uncertainty shakes the ground beneath me;
Tomorrow shimmers over the horizon,
Yesterday lingers with ancient incision.