SPARK GOES ON

How far is the early noon
that used to be in June?
Each day has been a moon.

Any time must be the same
as it’s neither late nor soon,
just enough to fill the spoon.

Minds would fly if light came
from places have no name.

When some tears make a run,
candles die though they claim.

Once again the year is done,
but God blows a new sun,
who is ever starting the flame!


By Piaconecta
piaconecta@hotmail.com

Fecha elaboración: 11/2008