The Passing Day(WORKING TITLE!)
And now the night has fallen clear,
So clear in fact dawn’s nearly here.
And after dawn the day will come,
Then afternoon will soon be done.
And then the evening unfolds,
And up in space the moon beholds...
On empty blackened cloudless skies
And quiet streets and fireflies.
And yet again I can’t decide
To view with peace or view with spite?
The loneliness the night will bring?
Or beauty of the gentle gleam
of warming stars that shine a promise...
That somewhere magic’s waiting for us?
An eerie ghostly ‘reverie’...
Or ghosts of long passed memory?
It’s when the dark comes setting in
That pulsing longing does begin.
For something once within your being,
Tangible? Or just a feeling?
The blissful ignorance of youth?
The blistering agony of truth...
Who said that truth would set you free?
Perhaps whoever said time heals...
Nostalgia... must now suffice,
Placebo for reliving life.
Until one day we reach our “goal”
And then we find that we are old.
Now elderly, yet baby once,
And on to toddler we advance,
Ascertain the power of speech,
Calibrate our arms and feet.
Education’s echelons,
Birds and bees, cats and toms.
Look for love, work for living,
Save for life, save for wedding.
And then the evening unfolds,
And in the sky the moon beholds.
And darkness falls...another day.
And lilies lie were voices pray.
And yet again I can’t decide...
To view with peace or view with spite?
(Ok I know this needs a bit of work doing to it lol, I wrote this up pretty quickly...the rounded idea that you see coming together at the end actually only came to me towards the end of the poem so I had to go have a look back over things. Also, out of everything that needs work I am particularly annoyed with the line "To view with tranquility or spite" would it sound better with"happiness" or does "tranquility" or "serenity" make better sense?)
THanks.
