Have you ever noticed, how the day folds in on itself?
The trees in the forest are the same and yet look different.
At dawn and at twilight when the light of the setting sun,
No matter how beautiful, no matter how strong,
Misses a glow that shines through when it is rising?
My days are like that now, my life folds upon itself.
The expectations of youth have given way to acceptance
And where I would receive I now wish to give
For it is not my time any more, those days are done.
It is now yours. In the soft glow of the rising sun.