“Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.” - Henry David Thoreau
It’s not who we are now, it’s a brand new day.
It’s what we do and how on this brand new day.
Lay down your sword, slick with hot, red blood.
Beat it into a plough for this brand new day.
In the streets, the revelers gather for miles.
Sinning is disallowed in the brand new day
Face who you were, all the pride and the shame.
In humility, bow to a brand new day.
The waves crash, roll the ship side to side,
sailing on, prow facing a brand new day
Betray what you love most, all that was known,
and wake up, disavowed, on a brand new day.
Step into flames - cracked skin, searing pain -
feel the sweat on your brow this brand new day.
A child sits up waiting for a man who won’t come.
He had meant to endow him this brand new day.
A lone ray of light on the place where she died.
Heartbroken, swears a vow on a brand new day.
Cleanse yourself in tears of regret. Burning pain.
Thankfully allowed to see a brand new day.
Inspirational Works:
Sting, Brand New Day
- Though it's not the most inspirational song I could associate with this poem, it's impossible to write something like this without hearing this particular song for me. What else can be said? It's about new beginnings and getting the chance to start again. It's a strange music video though.
- This song is a sample from a musical that really captures the idea that I wanted to evoke in my piece. The musical itself is a series of songs, none of them connected, and all of them vignettes of people's lives at critical junctions where suddenly everything becomes new in some way you could never have expected. A truly beautiful and heartbreaking show.
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| I think it's difficult to capture the essence of a "new day" in a picture. But this one does a rather good job. |
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