The cycle of life
Children are born warm from heaven.
Takes time to acclimatize those little ones
new and unfolding,
into the trials and the dramas;
So, much time is spent sleeping.
In ripeness of season
to be fashioned by heartaches
and moulded by fleeting joy.
But for now,
safely cocooned in dreams.
The elders may yearn for heaven.
Races run and will dissolved,
world-worn and weary of it all.
Some rage against the flesh prison
Some take refuge in the thinning of the veil.
It’s why I love dawn and twilight
Times of transition are charged