Why’m I
A part of time?

Life’s like the day—
Increasing,
Peaking,
Easing
Naturally away

Even when
I’m weakening
I ask for it to stay

The heart is
Dying in a darkness
Like the evening

Taken to awaken
In a lengthening ray
Of ever being
Never being led astray

Refreshed in newly fleshed breaths

I truly believe
That it’s like sunlight—
That in which the soul won’t rightly leave