Certain

When I awake the night is silent still
The day is always slow to make a mark
But soon the golden chariot will fill
The sky through which eternal it will arc
The darkness must resent the end of night
But subtle now the sun divides the cloud
The jaundice is the promise of the light
The day will cast the night away like shroud 
Each day is born but no one can foretell
The drama and the tragedy to come
I hope that my endeavours will be well
This day it will be life and death for some
Tomorrow certain sun will light the skies
Less certain is if I will see it rise

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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