Timeless in this day and age,
are all our thoughts of love and rage.
The white sunrise and red sunset,
all tread on the valley's crest.
Some say that it takes a war,
to feel the love that sings so pure.
That the blackest night will fall,
before the angel's golden dawn.
That hunger's reign on dusty streets,
lets fat men sit and drink and eat.
That death is fuel to feed this ground,
for seeds of life to grow unbound.
It must you see, for this is life,
a lover's ex; another's wife.
So I will sit and write and dream,
to wonder here with all such things.
And how naive of one to say,
that all we've known is all we'll be?