Comes a day in life to wake
Eyes lost in sorrowing and fake
As farce, as facade as silent dark,
With the songs of eventide lark.
Comes a day as broad daylight
To open our lost, stranded sight
To come along but all the pains
With new, fresh, heavenly gains.
Comes a time beguiled by hope
To dart as the twilight and aurora dove
Smooches the last breath of life
With all feelings, brimmed over and rife.
Comes an hour as fraction and second
With untoward, sweet, both lanes.
Be a lane thus sailing to the distant
Into the profound, into the far extent
Copyright: Welkin Siskin