Thursday, 20 December 2012

The day before Midwinter

I awake tired, in the dark
Wishing you were here with me,
And I remember
The world will end one day
But it is not today.
The seasons and the sun
Will both wind down;
The universe itself
Implode, unimaginable, or burn.
And the Gods alone know
What eyes may see
That silent day, that darkness.
But for now, the days
Go on, and the seasons turn.
The world will end one day
But neither the doomsayers’ woe
Nor my quiet heart
Can change the fact
That it is not today.
The sun will rise tomorrow
And the next day,
And I will wake again
In the receding dark
Alive and alone, and still
Wishing you were here.

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