2024-01-04

poetry/d/daybreak.txt

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+daybreak
+2019-05-15
+
+***
+
+the wind and fresh air feel good on my skin
+and a strange happiness fills my heart
+as if everything will be alright
+and the world is beginning again
+
+last I sat here was at the apocalypse
+wondering if the world would ever be okay since
+and while the past few months have been a strain,
+everything will wash away in the rain
+
+Vane of three years ago, give me a sign
+because I've been feeling you smile through the chasm of time
+did you know this would happen? is this why you wrote
+that the only real future was the one that you chose?
+
+a shredded leaf sits at my feet
+a relic from a time when thoughts were replete
+and I sit here in silence, wind at my back
+and a spirit from another world at my side
+
+rain comes from snow, and puddles from ice
+and crows in the sky, and ground filled with mice
+and ants from the air, like a god's springtime scourge
+
+this is a place I might never see again
+like that basement where I met my first alien friend
+dear arboretum, from cradle to grave,
+pray to whatever god you believe in, that my soul they might save
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander