Mirthless Cries
Every night I lay here alone,
remembering; wailing.
I love the night shadows:
it’s all about the stillness.
There are no stars out tonight,
only a lonely, empty sky.
The hue-less wind passes,
and it cries un-seen.
Trembling elm trees nod at the moon,
that floods the field with shallow, blanching light.
Along the pallid edge of the quiet sky,
this mortal scene stands aloft in wisdom.
Then the anguish of my heart,
absolves my eyes.
And my shrouded body starts quivering,
and my mirthless cries rake the enchanted night…
Copyright © Juanita Oosthuizen | Year Posted 2018
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