Boundaries

Morning, morning, fresh and new

Oh the colors! Oh the dew!

Bright new light infects the glass

To drench the virgin hour with past

The night held out his crown to dawn

Where he once reigned, he bows withdrawn

All masters pass and new ones rise

While time slips by ‘fore slumbering eyes

As darkness pales and light prevails

So cyclical the days unveil

But we slept through the changing guards

The heir of night sneaks in, unmarred

A yesterday is always dead

But death, we know, is born unwed

Each dawn the last peeks in and weeps

She stalks unseen, her touch is meek

What the new day? What the last?

What the present without past?

What the simple ashy end?

What the newborn holy head?

What evolves that does not die?

What awakes that does not sigh?

For yesterday, she rounds no bend

She’s named “today”, she has no end.