nocturnal elements

A little night music for a little day dancing
makes perfect harmony. –cab

night sleeps and dreams upon my weary eyes
day wakes upon my brow
but this i know
that when night dies new sunshine bids me rise
to battle with myself, rationalise,
and mingle with the flow
of foes i know
eager dark nights to make of daylight skies

night steals from me my vigour and my vim
day pulls my curious strings
and sweetly sings
diurnal songs that night makes dull and grim
for sleep is death's most fitting pseudonym
give me an eagle's wings
ere darkness brings
grave metaphors that spoil my evening hymn

night strangulates my fragrant jasmine blooms
day resurrects their charm
to feed the swarm
of honeybees that weep upon their tombs
one day I'll navigate beyond the gloom
to where the hills are warm
and there transform
night's kill into day's elemental womb

© Copyright 2020 March 17
by Clyve A. Bowen♫