Yesterday Leaves When Tomorrow Comes

The clock strikes twelve

A quiet shift in air

As shadows of the old day softly fade

And leave behind the burdens we once

Bare

In corners where our memories are laid

What happened in the hours now slipped

Away

Cannot be held by clinging to the past

The twilight yields its throne to breaking

Day

For nothing in the night is meant to last

Each heavy sigh

Each misstep

And each tear

Dissolves into the stillness of the dawn

A gentle truth made unmistakably clear

When morning wakes

Yesterday is gone

Look forward to the light upon the hill

Where unwritten pages wait to be begun

The past is quiet

Settled

Dark

And still

Life moves onward with the rising sun