Yesterday we bleed through each pore by the means of a painful wanting
It's likely that we would wait a million of these.
Barely believing in the 'signs!' that we keep on screaming.
And we hardly expect that we truely know what we say.
Yesterday we waited centuries for something more beautiful then a robin.
And we almost forgot what It was.

Today we heard the ground fall apart to make way for the frozen coccoon.
We tried and we suceeded. Now we will dance on the clouds with Divinity.
Our faith unfaltered in our years of yesterday, and tomorrow will come.
Now, today we brush the snow off and make way for the flower below.
Today, we discovered something on accident.
And remembered that we'd never forgotten.

Tomorrow, we burn the bridge of sameness.
Tomorrow, we hold hands and sing poetry!
Tomorrow, we toil for the summer rays.

- Sir D. Marth Naser

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Niuran, in the year 209 MA.