Goodnight sweet prince. [journal]

[kyrasantae]

Time may pass on without end
the ticking of the clock
But our time, in our place,
has an end

In one brief moment
no more, no less

No more --
We've made our marks or lack thereof
so we must move on

And leave behind
All we know
All we have
All we love
All we hate
All we fear

And turn the page
test the unknown
touch the sky
explore the deep

Open our eyes to see the light
we are reborn


Someone once asked if it were possible for me to write a more optimistic poem. I think I fulfilled that.