By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
How does one see the light of day?
With eyes stood shut and restless hearts,
The sun shines a spotlight from afar,
Highlighting today as it’s beginning.
Today can differ what tomorrow has planned,
When the moon takes over the past’s bravado,
Shining its light on one’s empty hands,
It fills it up with hope so mellow.
Nothing can change what shines in what way,
Lurking through its mist every night and day,
Possibly finding what love has on pain,
Morning turns to night every passing day.**
