Palm of Morning

In our world plenty of light has got brutally put out   In our faces a lot of orange leaves no more sprout   In your sorrow just  hollow floral bunch I hand out   The dark shadow of Erebus becoming more stout   Prayer for concord are burnt out and hospitalized       Had there been around today the famous Orpheus   In our tongue and lips and the restive unconscious   Had there been some scraps of broken lyre wires   Our music could have somewhat cured our distrust   Escalating with the universe in its space and time       With your lyre as you would walk the paths of pain   Like the mother of night the stars in a sweet strain   Like the palm of morning a harmony would contain   All the lions and tigers that we nurture in our brain   And they would all act like their blond and mild fur  This very Orpheus however got wobbly and fragile As his partner Eurydice he looked back at to fondle She vanished in the air leaving a pain and puzzle Gloomy and vagabond he was slain by a scoundrel Though eminent our cognitive poise we mustn’t lose October 10, 2017 For Poems that paint a picture Poetry Contest 4 Sponsored Contest by Silent One