• Morning

    As morning dew turns evening deed, life swirls in a torrent of confusion, losing, who knew? meeting basic need can become hard with delusion

    as the deed turns south and is one with the eve, urges may come out, begging for reprieve

    when southern spirit stones weigh heavily on the mind, and the answers, there are none to find, recall the memories of happiness and bind, hold fast to the dreams and finish the grind

    as an eve's grind comes to an end, and fruits of harvest are naught to show...sacred memories can calm and fend, fend off an unrewarded shadow.

    As the darkness takes grasp, and weariness sets in, the shadows that clasp shan't stay against you to fight, because there can be no shadow in absence of the light.