A new day dawning A new sunrise Is what 'hope' is to you But dawn is not what I look ahead to. For I am the Sky The ocean that's a different kind of deep Arching over this earth And day is not me. The Sun illuminates This earth. The Sun blinds out My stars. The Day blinds out my depths and my shallows, Clouds over my face and hides The inky depths of my heart And paints me a happy blue; What a nice cultured obedient sky we have here. As this blinding light dims out It takes its pretty blues and yellows with it And draws back the veil, And the secret light of the moon Lovingly caresses my whole being-- The corset was too tight here, my dear Let me breathe back the life into you. The secret light of the moon illuminates Me. Me, the blue-black darkness that is my soul, The happy pinpricks of memories that shine through this dense fabric, The tumultous sea of my thought That sometimes bursts through in the day itself Blotting out even the Sun As the clouds rush in to contain the damage. Me, the blank canvas, the stage backdrop Where all of life plays out " 'Twas a good show, Mr Shakespeare, Sir" Many thanks, thy kinds words delight my heart Let's dismantle the stage now.
With half-closed eyes the sun
Watches the heavenly ink
Spill out of its pot
As if God, like a frustrated poet
Had pushed his inkpot off his writing-desk.
Two lovers, separated by evil Fate
Who spins their destinies with black and white threads,
She’s determined to keep the twains apart
Fate, the witch with the stony heart.
But Love triumphs over Fate, ties some threads together
Intertwining the lovers’ destinies forever,
These knots then become dusk and dawn
A rendezvous for the couple is drawn.
They see each other just twice a day
Stealing a few moments from time away,
The inamorata’s dark, the inamorato’s bright,
They’re masters of the sky- Day and Night.
At dawn he comes to meet his lady-love
Reaching out to the darkness above,
He caresses her black wings with his shiny fingers
They embrace and pull away,
But the effect still lingers.
They converse in voices too deep to hear
The epilogue for their date is drawing near,
She doesn’t want to leave his arms; he doesn’t want to let her go,
But he has to abandon her now and let himself grow.
She goes away slowly, looking at Day all the while
Her longing eyes look like cinders, reflecting his youthful shine,
Finally he takes over the wide blue yonder
Waking everyone up from their deep slumber.
In the morn he’s cheerful, a he just met Night
But noon is when he puts up a fight,
The wait for Night gets unbearable
Day’s foul mood becomes almost incurable.
Then dusk arrives, bringing her in a star-laden dress
Day almost falls, seeing the beauty of his mistress,
She steadies him, gives him a lingering kiss
She knows she’ll be alone soon after this.
They look a moment longer into each other’s eyes
Reluctantly, she lets him go, as dusk slowly dies,
His last words, just like him, fade away,
His promise to meet her at dawn the next day.
Night lets out a long sigh
And opens her dark wings over the skies,
She lulls the world to sleep
In her beautiful voice, rich and deep.
At midnight, she silently blesses Love
For finding loopholes in Fate’s handiwork,
Then she settles in as time slowly passes away
As she waits for another dawn,
Another heavenly tryst with day.