Colin F. Jones


That which has happened is done.
It is a new day and a new sun,
An old sun in a new sky,
New clouds, just passing by.
So lovely is everything
With savageness hiding.
For there is evil beneath the petal,
Where the due drops settle,
Reluctant warriors in history dwell,
Lest they lose the benefits of their hell
Maintaining the concept of recall,
In those who wish not to at all.
For, though the past has long gone,
Then when all things done were done.