UMBRA

I saw the setting sun
and wept for the fading light.
Through my tears I concealed
the view of stars in twilight.
I fought with God in naivety
while He was painting the hue
I was occupied with my ire
to witness how gold turned into deep blue.
Once the darkness had settled
there was nothing I wanted to see.
In the din of my raging thoughts
I missed the night’s tranquility.
I kept a vigil for the rays to return
tried to find the horizon ceaselessly.
In my quest and in my unrest
went unnoticed the moon’s serenity.
In all the commotion I was distracted
by the hooting of an owl,
I went to the brook to rest
a look in the watr returned a scowl.
I’ll tell you it was a sorry sight.
when that sad face was staring at me.
In the midst of a fight; in the dead of the night
I didn’t just want to let her be.
so I tried to smile for her
and she smiled back at me
it was then that I realised ,
why the sun had chosen to leave.
Pleasures arrive in the darkest hours.
They can’t be seen if you grieve.