Always

This quiet eve

When the sparrows have ceased their songs

When the city has hushed its citizens to restful sleep

When the white sands of the coasts of the afternoon horizons

Are engulfed by the blue seas of the evening

Life stares at me in the eye

Night approaches,

But it is but prologue to an exuberant dawn

Night is a clumsy trick of the eye

The sun is still there

Waiting

Your dawns are inevitable

Your sunrises are permanent

The light will stay still in your skies, child, and dance merrily

When you defy the lies of the sunrises and sunsets

Because there is neither

The sun is always there

Waiting

Beyond the laughing days and tearstained nights

Waiting