Now of Now

Darkening in the sleeping night, so dark that it awakens, and the darkness looks at past truth, and I am complicit, an ancient love bursts to the fore, it has become forlorn, but yet it strives for acceptance. there is music in the memory, and the seeds of soul, some move away by nature, and some move away by choice, and there is light in the morning sky with the awakening, it will not forget, and it will not refuse, and in the evening time, gazing to the wall, attempting to discover the bright of the day, in the eyes of a present generation, and the heart sinks into its soul, and it hurts in its knowing, somewhere in this town tonight, seed and then seed are alive, there is warmth in the memory of the day, with the thought that it is exact, according to the way of my memory of it, there is solace in the thought of time past, and in its quality and in the love that lived there, demons were playful giants from storybooks of tales that never had an end, and then there was an end, that I won't let go of, won't let drift from me, won't let escape to another place, and feelings feel a certain peace in a certain place apart from here, and apart from here is now, of now.