Yet

The night is short and the day is long

the sea is right and the wind is wrong

the fire sings, while the water wails.

The dancer stays,

while the sailor sails.

They run through life,

dark and deep,

as though they just sleep.

The wind’s crackle and the sun’s smile,

they both only last for a while.

And the giant trees,

how gracefully they dance.

Watch how the sea laughs with the ocean,

how the night calls from the darkness.

Listen to the moon talk

 and giggle with the bright sun.                                                                                

Fly with the birds, and tell them of your memories,

whether life goes is never a secret

the way life goes is never completely decent.

The way the world rotates

the songs we try to imitate.

Mysteries that we are thought to have solved

but life is still one.

a mystery yet to be solved

a book yet to be written

a song yet to be sung

an instrument yet to be played,

a dream yet to be lived.