DAY:

Slowly, gently, you open sleepy, starry lid,

Far in advance of the human eye,

Guiltily I peep, unsure of your temper, my promising day,

Your heart, the sun, slumbers till haunting moon has hid,

Suddenly your soul explodes from singing, yearning sky.

A chorus of colour & music fills the sea & waiting earth,

No human but I, aware of you, behind sleepy drugged orb,

You laugh with dawn privacy of promised expectation,

I hope to God, your creator, that this spectacular is what you´re worth,

Feathered friends drink the scented dew, & from un-spoilt day absorb.

Man yawns & with him the world awakes in pain,

Slowly, as rotting fruit you sadly spoil,

Smiling sorrowfully you continue your existence,

Where is your laughing birth? Why does your happiness wane?

A sigh of breeze, a tear of rain; your sadness embraces the soil.

The moon pats you on the back & duskily consoles,

“I´m sorry it all went wrong, it may be better tomorrow”,

But for some, it never really does,

Yet, you continue hoping for the joy of human souls,

And I weep at sunset for your fatigued sorrow.