Aug 16, 2012 09:36
Dusk's fair light shifts at horizons edge
pouring through this,
brilliance streaked moving skies
together amidst the heavens
Stars hidden till clock-tower's chimes
in the promise of
another dawning morning
Ablaze in this, flowering constraint...
Root yourself at the forefront
Think back
knowing that in the death of now:
this day,
when next minute comes and I yet breathe....
I shall also stand and know what it means to truly live
Mcguire is filiming a movie where he kills himself. I want him to remember that when thats done he can wake to find that he is still alive and what life means.
poetry