the eagle glides on resting wings in pale blue sky on cloudless day rich soil lies warmed by sun with seeds within in days light a stone is simply there changed not just is morning comes sun does rise as yesterday did and tomorrow comes just to forget remembering not what is today or is it another breath a distant sound and to see nothing new words are heard but nothing said just emptiness once again is there time what does change or just a soft allusions of meanings are lost and what is hope or is it despair how do I tell do minutes fade or just repeat becoming hours or never end If I am without hope for fear do I wait or merely am