Mood Swings
Last night, the doors of dark entrapped me
Capricious sun, perhaps he's napping
Deliberately he comes and goes,
with wily ways, I know so well
Sometimes he stays an hour more,
but then, we know his temper's short,
to leave me here, alone to brood
and sobered to his moods
I batter hard against the night,
until my knuckles bleed
But, cannot summon him to rush
He takes his time, as if a game,
then blushes cheeks, again
This is the wait, caught in between…
the antics of his display
Last evening he made his great departure,
With amber clouds to frame his face
Without a pause, expects applause
to come with early sun
We blink an eye…and watch him leave
with bright red shoes, and a hat of gold
He'll wave goodbye, and sink right in
the curved rim of the world
And when the final curtain draws,
there's a sigh behind the hills
And all is still....
Companioned by the crescent moon,
who, I will welcome in
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Submitted for "Saving Daylight" contest: sponsored by John Lawless
2/15/15
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