Sunday, March 09, 2014


Every sunrise sparks a thrill
that maybe we could yet fulfill
a destiny of grand design
forsaking hate as we refine
the art of learning not to kill
when others cross the line.

Every sunset stirs a twinge
of wonder that we still impinge
upon the vacuum dark and vast
which seems to be expanding fast
as we attempt to binge
on seconds much too scant to last.


mk said...

finite it is,
the hate and kill,
thus we should seek,
the infinite...for, that is love :)

beautiful lines, thought provoking.

rch said...

Hey thanks alot mk, appreciate that.