Succession

Look at night skies ascend
as the day comes too quickly to an end.

Young stars start to cross,
covering the field of narrowing night sky,
constellations congealing, shining yet pale,
as sleep takes the world away.

The earth quietly moves changing space,
never returning to that exact place
before the world wakes.

With succession like cyclones, the new day
will overwhelm the body, the heart, the brain,
taking away whatever life is left.

But hold the memory of the morning always
and don’t forget to feel it all:

the air against your face, the softness of the sun
at break of day, its rays translucent,
never harsh, never blaring, never burning,
life’s breath moving in and out,
sustaining you till the end.

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