My fingers stretch towards the day's fading light.
My naked arms, lingering forsaken,
Bare to the growing chill of the night
I dwell amid those I have always known
In an ages-long cycle that comes and goes.
Feeling time pass, I stand still as a stone:
While around my feet the tide of life flows.
Again I have weathered coldness and strife.
Now I stand at the far edge of the dark,
I feel myself spiralling closer to life
As the light composes a longer arc.
Once more my skin sheltered from prying eyes
And my guise swaying amongst paradise.
Enduring by Allison Brown is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-Share Alike 2.5 Australia License.
Based on a work at allisonbrown.blogspot.com.