Serenity and Sorrow
There is peace at the end of every war,
Just like warmth following after winter
There is renewal washing up to shore,
And sweet always accompanies bitter
Bitter. What’s more bitter than emotion?
Perhaps when the sun starts to set,
All because our planet is in motion?
And each day we’ll eventually forget,
As age creeps up on us like the ocean
Ocean. How can it wave from so far?
Its waters retreating and then it’s gone,
Falling faster than you can spot a car
And glistening with every crack of dawn,
Or shining bright, reflecting a single star
Stars. Why do we choose to wish on one?
Deceased with every new day it seems,
The moon retired and work has just begun
Yet in the day we don’t shout our dreams,
Though stars are just blinded by the sun
Sun. Why is the sun’s role to start our days?
What makes it different from any other?
Every star watches over March to May
All through the rain and vibrant summer,
Even through the foggy clouds and haze
Haze. How can we see through its forms?
Obscuring views like television static,
Or a written piece of paper that’s torn
You can observe its behaving climatic,
As it’s often followed by a violent storm
Storms. What can withstand its release?
If anyone alone can live through its touch,
It would be time, passing to promise peace
Once the storm fades and loosens its clutch
Like lightning when it chooses to strike seas
Seas. Elegant and flowing without an identity.
Leading us with currents, back to tomorrow
Hope burying longing in our future’s destiny
Masking all hints and traces of elegant sorrow,
Sorrow that follows after peaceful serenity
Written: July 28, 2021
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