the hours that were to be sated
in nocturnal dancing of dreams
from day-time delights and whimsy
were instead replaced by open and
awaken eyes in reveries of resentment
my spirit is being frayed by thoughts
thriving in the dark of resentment for
my aging years being worn in a body
that
can no longer run but walks in pain
and
discomfort with every labored step
so as not to disturb the restful
sleep and
tenor of quiet and calm of my love lying
next to me, i slowly rise to hobble
over to
the designated cushioned seat and sit
with
night light beside to gather words in
writ
sleep evades me and my synapse flair
with reflections of when i was bathed
in
youth filled waters, i would swim t’if
a
dolphin and on these river banks, my
legs could run and prance like deer
resentful of all who have too early
departed
leaving my heart in tatters, my life
re-sorted
but in the wake of this upending, the
sun will
rise and set, the moon will smile and
stars
glitter and amidst all this, Love shall
still reign
