Some time ago, I remember what my great aunt said:
“Oh, there is more than day and light.”
“Look far beyond what comes to sight.”
At five of age, I went to sleep, head on the bed.
Now prime in youth, my future strong and heart in beat.
“Life complete,” I thought, “Still what could
My dear Aunt Faith have meant. I’m good.”
I’m twenty now, my brain still can’t rest in its seat.
Like stormy clouds, my hair is grey; my tears are pale
“I see what she had meant to say”
The present and the future, day
But past and the old are knights to guide us on our tales.