Thursday, August 18, 2022

a smile and tear

 

when the day becomes night

from the light to the noir

and the smile that once was

now turns to a trickle of tears

 

and the heart beats faster then

abruptly slows to a shallow pace,

it feels of something that no

one else knows

 

once, not too long before,

the spirit was full of life’s verve

and now it has waned to the

slight of tear drops falling

 

but i regret not, for once

not too long ago, a smile did

evince upon my face and for

that moment, i am grateful

Oh sweet August, night and day

 

t’is the time of year near the end of summer where

the cicadas, the crickets, the sleeping frogs, in sync,

exhale their nocturnal sleeping sounds telling the

flora and fauna know it is time to rest underneath

a brilliant full moon in the nights' noir after light of

day

 

if not for my nocturnal clock being displaced by the

days’ events with thoughts dancing about in my head

where my empathic spirit doth fret, mine eyes would

close letting my mind rest, along with my incarnate

shell, as my canine aged friend lies upon my chest

 

because of this my heart doth beat and my breath

ceases not, i am more fortunate than many, awaiting

for the sun to nudge the moon’s display and take its

place, awakening all who have the fortunes of sleep to

embrace a new day