From what was a hushed night
We have now, morning
The silence remnants,
Still enveloping creek and corner
Soon it will have competition
When with sunrise, comes the bustle
And with the bustle, comes the hustle
The hustle, bringing forth a new chapter
The living are readying
To attack the day
Such zeal, such motivation
Pot scoops of such, invaluable
A brand new day
For the lonesome, the nurturers
For the caretakers, the peacemakers
Even more brilliant of a day, for a dreamer
Dawn breaks, ready to muck out night’s muddle
Soon the birds shall welcome the sunrise
Prayers as calm winds, roam the city
As whispers of supplication, chime in chorus.
Some, after a long night’s booze
Have barely made it to bed for a snooze
While vernal cohorts, engage in tittle-tattle
Their phone backlights, illuminating a global map.
Others with hardened hearts lie vexed
Whiling away time, with thoughts of contempt
Not to forget the creative owls
Pooling in inspiration from the ebony aura
Soon the sun shall rise, to usher in the day
And gone with the night, its thrilling bustle
See every Tom, Dick and Harry wake
In whatever manner they do.
Grumpy or thankful
Refreshed or still jaded.
The blush of dawn knocks at our windows
Pleading that we don’t disturb the morning.
Loving her,
Was like the sun falling for the moon.
She, content.
Though flawed and imperfect.
She was his moon,
He, the sun.
And he felt the need
To be her source of happiness.
So he gave her his light,
His prized ipseity.
To give someone your all,
He did just that, like the sun.
Because night is when,
The stars shine the brightest.
He became her source of light
Receding into the darkness.
And she could never do same,
Not that she had to.
She owed him nothing,
Not time, nor light.
And in his times of plight,
When he felt used, abused or depressed even,
She, quite the daydreamer,
Was nowhere to be.
And he blamed her, for his hurt.
Trying to fathom her transience.
She whispered into his ear,
“I never asked, that you be there for me.
You needed me,
Sadly, I never did.”
Unrequited love,
That of the sun and moon.
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