Some Other Day
Today is not the day to change,
I fear my heart feels rather strange,
For ever since the day did break,
I could not strain; my heart can't wake.
The sun burns bright, it swells my skin,
The birds chirp loud of mortal sin,
Although she's left, I long for Night,
We weep alone, away from sight.
Tomorrow's moon waits still below,
For me, the morning sun climbs slow,
But now I do not wish to start,
The task that yearns to quell my heart.
Though someday far, I must conclude,
This sullen life of solitude,
It cannot be this westbound gale,
That lifts my heart and fills my sail.
Copyright © Simon Knell | Year Posted 2011
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