By Scott Bailey © 2023
We watched the sun going down.
And deep inside
Every one of us
We yearned.
That primaeval wish.
That the sun would return, rise again.
And like it, we could return to the place we left.
We give the past much reverence
For its shrunken, diminished truth.
We should turn our eyes away
To the real sunrise of the morning
A give our awe
To the future.
Scott Andrew Bailey - Author 