Falling Out Of Darkness

We have seen so many new days fall out
Of the darkness into the dawning light.
We have taken these paths down to the sea
And stood on the shore, watched the changing tides.

The sea slowly creeping up towards us
Then creeping away in retreat again.
We have seen the shapes and faces in the clouds
And tasted the cold of the winter rains.

Is it time to talk of new beginnings?
Is it time to find a new place to sit
To construct and form all these shapes we make
Out of shapelessness and the empty air?

We need new words to describe this old world
And some old words for all these bright new things
We have discovered amongst these old ruins
Of history that warn of what is to come.