A moving moment
While the sun, its heavy head it lifts,
the winds making the clouds drift.
The different colors being displayed,
as the night has finished being played.
Half the world the day becomes night,
half the world gets a darkened sight,
while the rest we watch the suns head,
get lifted and its brightness spread.
Drifting thoughts watching the sky,
one with stars the other clouds going by.
While the sun lifts its heavy head,
to half the world it puts it to bed,
calls the moon to beacon the night,
keeping the universe in our sight.
Death arrives
The reaper waits off to the side,
it will be a reason you’ve died.
Within the shadows the darkness waits,
of your death it quietly anticipates.
The notion of your coming death,
their images behind your breath.
Faintly their forms you can see,
soon your essence will be free.
The one controls the others way,
moving the darkness towards the pray.
Surrounding the light dissipates,
together becoming your fate.
From your sight to the darkened view,
forgetting everything your mind knew.
Your life excepts the darkness and dies,
while looking into the reapers eyes.