Refusing the end

Yet the dawn is drawing by

The sun is joining us again and oh—

What grief to deny 

That rain has already fallen

Damoclès already fallen

And that the ideal is dead

Beyond the mirror that we thought was the lake

The waves show a different shore

Where no one keeps score

Tread slowly 

Carefully between letting the grass grow

And watching the sun go

And return every dawn

Because what returns must once have been gone

Rejoice in the golden shorelines and this golden light

Yet 't is the sun that gives it color yet humans called it golden Bright

Because we see the contrast, yet remember nights are not necessarily cold and go on

Like songs forgotten and learnt again by the humming of a smiling crowd - Life