The Dawn of the Night!

An old piece written in Jr College and then edited 8 years latter.

October 2, 2004 (edited october 28 2012)

Into the dawn of the new day, I tread wearily

Into the dawn of the new night, I run excitedly

In my hands these words are as clay

My mind is the potters wheel that shapes them

Time is the kiln that shows them true

Child of the dawn born for the night

All of my life has been a fight

Fight for freedom

Fight for understanding

Where am I going

Where have I been

What am I doing

In my hands words are as clay

My mind is the potters wheel

Time is the kiln that shows them to be true

Every day a new dawn

Every night a new life

Searching for cold

Living in heat

Searching for life with a new pulse                

My life, is a search

Till I find truth

Till I find love

Till I see life, for the foggy lie it is

Till I see the truth, for what it really is

Till I find the love, that will make me whole

Till life is without terms

Without clear answers

Truth is what is accepted by the masses

Rather then what is real

Truth is what people want it to be

We will choose what we see

Not always what is there

But what we think the best or worst

Love is always changing

Always growing

Sometimes dying

Every dawn tells me new lies

Every night tells me new truths

Lies and truths

Truths and lies

All the same

All different

We all look

We all search

What we find, is never the same

What we say, is never what we find

In my hands words are as clay

My mind is the potters wheel

Time is the kiln that shows them to be true

All dreams come to an end

Sooner or later we all wake up

Life is a dream

It must end

Fear not the end for all will come again

Not all stays the same

In this river, the flow has it currents

Around rocks

Under trees

Sometimes the river is trapped

Always the river brakes free

Days

Months

Years

All the time we flow

Under the sun

Under the moon

In to the dawn out of the night

The river flows

Starting way up high

Going through tiny streams

Growing and growing

Sometimes it goes over rapids

Other times, it gets perfectly still

I dream dreams

Rich with color

Light and sound

I dream dreams

Of flying and falling

Walking and running

I dream dreams

With fighting and hate

With peace and love

I am dreaming a dream

It is dark behind me

It is dark in front of me    

I am dreaming a dream

A flash 

A blinding flash

I am dreaming a dream

I see the light

It is behind me

I am dreaming a dream

It is the path

I will follow it

I am dreaming a dream

I see another path in front of me

I have to enter the dark to get there

I am dreaming a dream

A blinding flash

It starts again

I wake up

The day dragged on

I go to sleep

I am dreaming a dream

Full of life

Covered in water

I am dreaming a dream

As I open my eyes all I see is water

I panic 

I am dreaming a dream

I can’t breathe

Can’t move

I am dreaming a dream

With no other choice, I relax

I start to breathe

I am dreaming a dream

All is well 

I don’t know how but I know

I am dreaming a dream

As I walk around, I see

I see, life and light

I am dreaming a dream