Blown is wind.
A second that
Has passed,
Has sunk down
In an abyss.
Fallen is leaf,
Dead is a sheep.
A river to go
Athirst,
A mother is
Afraid for her kids.
Bygones are
Mown grass
In the lawn.
A sailor has no
Business with
A person,
He once was.
Sunsets in the
West are surely
Our point of rejoice.
But the horizon
Of the east is
What we desire.
Hope is a thing
That drives life.
Past is a rust
To move on from.
A new day is ahead
At the break of dawn,
Let me meet you
There...
As a new man.
In a new form.