
the last of the light
a woman walking her dog
lucky to go home
war can come on many fronts
peace must begin from within

the last of the light
a woman walking her dog
lucky to go home
war can come on many fronts
peace must begin from within

will you cast shadows
or will you let the light through
how will you be seen
only those with eyes to see
are awake enough to choose

not much to look at
sunrise through the window screen
my one precious life
everything leads to now
a long look at what is real
we are one body
how can we ignore the pain
of other members
cutting off those suffering
kills the members who are numb

life is here then gone
beauty and admirer too
who will tell the tale
that doesn’t make it less real
be grateful and live fully