The morning frost speaks of what I wish not to hear.
Rise out from the warmth that embraced your soul
through the night, into the days sun.
Hide not from the truth.

Savor the hot cup of tea, freeing those shivers.
Move on with the tasks need be done.

As time reflects the passage of memories
so does light reflect the movement of time.

Darkness enfolds the light as it comes into our grasp.

Rapidly in vain we hold onto what was never ours:
that of time.