The Day May Break

Have you ever thought a heart could die

While soaring pon an eagle’s cry,

Downy feathers; golden gray

Rise and fall by winds of May,

Cherished memories, all fallen dim

Driven off by thoughts so grim.

The daisy flounders neath torrential rains

Heart beats flutter when twisted with strains,

A sun rise falters in the midst of dark

The moonlight fails to inflame the stark,

Somewhere, somehow, a rustic dawn breaks

Sweeping away shadows Mother Nature never makes.

Maybe clouds are of a human sin

That keeps brilliance out and obscurity in,

When we reap the things our neighbors sow

And bask in all our bodily woes,

The path may be scattered, enshrouded in fear

Yet the phoenix still rises, in spite of its tears.