Simple sign of my being

Present day is the simple sign of my being.
I am looking for the steps of time.

Is it a clock on the wall?
No.

Is it a smile of sunrise?
No.

Is it the old dog which is waiting for me in my home?
No.

My soul is flying to the sky with birds.
But they are not my friends.
They are like people with different problems.

The waves play the old music of centuries.
I listen to the music of sorrow.

My present day is taken by the old calm sea again.

New minutes…
New hour…
New day…

My new day is the simple sign of my being.