The sun sets on another day…
Sunset found it to be another cold crisp and less colorful eve, at least where we were. The cold was past cold, and as night came the crispness in the air grasped my lungs and let them know I was still alive.
Today was a day of interesting contradictions. I found myself thinking of all the things that were going on and wrote the following:
Thirds
Another day passes but this one is new and now it is the third,
Along my way I find the sounds and make them into words
I find the moments and feel much more to stay inside the fray
and know the moments will stumble on and make another day
Pass the past and moments passed and time became as one
the crazy seconds add up quick and end another day
Why is it the third and not the forth and why do I feel so deep
and how can I lose another day and not find time to weep
The day is done and no more thirds for worry, weep, or play
I find the peace I need inside and start to end this day
Slow the moments, time stands still, and I feel another night
and now the darkness closes in and I await the light
and tomorrow will show us the fourth
So as the sun sets on another day, the third has come and gone, and I hope that everyone enjoys the moments of the day, not just on the third but on each and every day, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and the fourth will awaken soon…