Not without the Other

The storm comes and leaves

Blossoming flowers in spring

Devastation in the wake

Come the morning

Birds chirping

Sun shinning

Cometh again the night

Aching memory, no melody

The remedy of this darkness

Far from sight, far from eyes

Wind blowing, rain falling

Sun leaving, moon rising

Rince and repeat

Never ending sorrow

What shall come tomorrow

The morrow without meadow

A meadow in the midst

Beauty as a flower

Beauty as the sun

The flower dies

Or ever is the night

Beauty or naught

Death or life or both

One without the other

Never has it been

Nothing but a wonder