to watch a day die

Are you assured that you are safe?
Walking so fast paced
getting your dos done.

I believe you,
as I believe a rock will float,
I say that 'humble.'

In a blink of an eye
a fire port can barrel metal
for nothing more than your sunglasses.

A shade dim
to darken their soul
to late to ask, "Why?"

Is it a gift or torture
knowing you won't make it to see
your child reach three?

I bumped into a Praying Mantis
and we shared a moment of silence,
then I walked away.

Now I grab the day
by the neck and twist
the life out of it.

Watching colors rise
as the 'son' sits.
Entranced in a days death.

Then kiss it good-bye
like a monkey vine to vine
from one to another.

The Yin Yang turns
from light to dark
forever spinning

A beautiful Guppy
caught up in a current's swirl,
life's constant struggle.

In order for me to be alive
a day must die
one day it will live forever

Why do I hone my sword
if I pray not to use it?
In case I have to.

It's not that I want my sunglasses
that badly, it's just that I would like
to watch a few more days die.