BRING ON THE MORROW

BRING ON THE MORROW!

From the edge of the bed where I sit looking out through my window, I see the trees bending ferociously as the north wind howls its evening song through every branch, pierced only by the taut telephone wires that hang high.

Leaves are blown wildly till they submit and fall onto stony ground. Rain falls rapidly and is exacerbated by the constant wind forcing it against all that is in its path.
Thousands of nature’s leaves, those tell tale pieces that change with the seasons just washed and blown into piles.

Beside me lies my woman… pale through sickness and worn out from a sleepless night, and hours of vomiting.
Why oh why, do the hours of darkness always paint pictures of death and evil?... Do we have to be tormented so?

Together the wind the rain and the darkness prove to be a formidable enemy to our minds… but not me, I will not be swayed or feared.
The darkness disguises only what was there in the light.

My love will not be taken by the ‘assumed’ spirits of the night!  I will take her hand and comfort her…place my body next to hers till her medicine starts its work.
One more night…just one more and then I will be sure.

I will ignore every sound and sight your throw my way ‘Satanic Stupidity’… Bring on the morrow!