programchaos

On this day, maybe my last,
I grasp all before me in my
conscious grip.
For moments, you slip away
but the thought of never
seeing you again,
and the terror,
brings me back
to the light of your love.

The only fear
I am allowed
is disavowed and dissolved
by the never-ending rain
that emanates from you,
Your divine essence
manifested.

Never let a day go by that could be your last without really being there, really feeling, really thinking and really just living. Wake up EVERY day anew.