Our Move

Like a dream that keeps recurring

Through the hours of the day,
And a heart that keeps on loving
When the mind has turned away.

We say the sun will rise and set

As it moves across the sky,
Perpetually able to forget
The astrological lie.

People search for lifelong fame

Yet fail to realise
That more impact can be made
From the way in which one dies.

As the richness of the dark

Forms the skeleton of a day,
We re-ignite the spark
Which burns itself away.

And as the truth of ancient lies

Is in itself a danger,
We find it hard to socialise
And act the deliberate stranger.

Like a game we’re always playing

To while away the hours,
In which the sun is always saying
That the move’s forever ours.

Kind words unsaid, good deed undone,

And yet the world evolved.
Look up one day and see the sun.
It stayed still while we revolved.