In midnight there is posterity. <br /> <br />After the sun sets, <br />crowning color to dark, <br />hope is renewed <br />and morning begins. <br /> <br />As morning will come <br />so will posterity. <br /> <br />In life there is posterity. <br /> <br />collections of dust <br />combining to smile while <br />contemplating to wish, <br /> <br />Surrounded by genomes, <br />arithmetic, <br />and posterity. <br /> <br />In your eye there is posterity. <br /> <br />crushed by the weight of my words, <br />i once knew true beauty, <br />who fell so quickly, <br /> <br />She left <br />for posterity. <br /> <br />In nature there is posterity. <br /> <br />circular bark <br />wrapped around a canvas <br />of blue green persuasion, <br />driven by a maker <br />of one part oxygen <br />and two parts breath, <br /> <br />breathing posterity. <br /> <br />In woman, <br />there is posterity <br /> <br />to cradle <br />and hold <br />and know something so intimately <br />as I was after my first flower, <br /> <br />birth is posterity. <br /> <br />Over and over <br />and over again <br /> <br />is posterity. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright (c) David DeSantis<br /><br />David DeSantis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/posterity/
