When the sun rises [poetry]

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.

Craving's grasp,
desires tightly wound,
A bitter vine on souls,
it does confound.
Silken webs of longing
endless streams.
The shackles of attachment,
bind our tender dreams,
We chase illusions,
under moon's disguise.
Like stars that seek their place,
in distant skies.
In all being, we are
The fleeting, the elusive,
the untrue,
Like rivers seeking oceans,
we pursue.