The Sun of the Dawn
You’ve been shining for a dozen years, aren’t you tired of it?
Behind the darkness of the night, you’ve been watching
silently,
waiting for the moon to elapse, aren’t you tired of it?
The age of your time has passed, yet you patiently wait for
the next to come,
through the winter, spring, summer and autumn, aren’t you
tired of it?
How could you love the night when the day is your whole
world?
How could you long for the night when you could never beat
the moon?
How could you love the night when you could never bear the
cold?
How could you long for the night when you belong to the
afternoon?
How could you believe what you want to believe?
How could you breathe for something that doesn’t remember
you?
How could you stay when you have to leave?
How could you pray for something that cannot recognize you?
After all the warm time you’ve been given,
how could the night despise you?
How could the night be forgiven?
How could the night have a clue?
They say time would answer
everything.
M.F
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