Seize the day or seize the death.
Another day passes,
But this one is different than others,
Like brown sugar molasses
I’m slowing to see breath's colors.
I’ve stopped holding it, hoping
That it would rush on the spring,
Gray air full of feigned coasting
Revives wind: forgotten lines to sing.
I herald in the blazoned golden gates,
Each choppy wave of change they bring
The triumphs and troughs each crest creates
Glinting with great wisdom’s offering
Hours fly, and I sail with them
Towards destination’s uncertain land
Treasure not found in finite goal’s gem
But in today’s bypassed fruitful hand
Another day passes
But this one is sweeter than others
This one is today
~DaLe 3.11.09
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