. <br /> <br /> <br />What time was evening when night began? <br />Which morning was hourglass sand? <br />Drifting too fast away from our seeing, <br />making caricatures of our being? <br /> <br />Mighty stars always fade <br />before the parade <br />of morning-to-be <br />from night that was. <br /> <br />Our kind leaves this shore for another. <br />The Trumpeteer, never our brother. <br />One more day begins <br />as warm night ends. <br /> <br />What news, Iago? <br />What truths, Hamlet? <br />Is Ophelia still living <br />in waters of Death? <br /> <br /> <br />.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heaven-knows-7/
