The Happy Hour

Cease not to seize the happy hour passing by;
Those, who drench all the marrow of today, own tomorrow.
Sail deep, until Life’s own horizon turn nigh.

Sigh every breath of death — each unending “Goodbye”
& breathe the birth of each “Hello” — each new tomorrow.
Cease not to seize the happy hour passing by.

Tell every tale  — each dear detail — Leave & live no lie.
& live truth untold; A truth, not told, is lived to the marrow.
Sail deep, until Life’s own horizon turn nigh.

Wake up & brush the veils of your melancholy sky.
& follow all trails of ones who pursue joy, they fail to borrow.
Cease not to seize the happy hour passing by.

Stay deep, have no rest no sleep no yawn no sigh.
& keep vigil to the tenacious tides of scorching sorrow.
Sail deep, until Life’s own horizon turn nigh.

Suck all the marrow of today, as though you’re up to die.
For those, who do, shall own all what life is each morrow.
Cease not to seize the happy hour passing by;
Sail deep, until Life’s own horizon turn nigh.

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