The day is starting gravely
With majesty
The full night moon diurnal
Falling behind
The first day of autumn
A pillared tension cumulates
It is coming
Streaks of light
A sun prism blood red
It is coming
The day is attitude dark
The warning
A flash, another, discordance
Ignitions of passion
The match has begun
Torn asunder
And tears hard and cold
Then soft, then warm relief
And stopped.
This too has passed
As it always does
This sailors warning
Turned welcomed
The now warm autumn sun returns
And soon the moon too shall now chase it
Balanced swings the pendulum.
