Dawn-Noon-Night

The morrow has come as yesterday too has sprung,
for now is young and today will soon be woven
in memories now unfolding within silent dreams unspoken.

What is sunrise but perceptions of mine I
seeing what I am willing to believe and conceive
leaving deceit by all I disbelieve judging by eyes
alone whose conscious cataracts refract rays
whose astigmatism manifest fuzzy logic, mine
identity and

your reality this singular day.

All past and future present but don't mention
a life has only one dimension--this day alone.
All else is languages fruit and mental creation.

Rhys's creative play 2012