A Day that Never Was

“A Day that Never Was”

I raise the Cup of Times Unshed:
To drink of the hours never born—
To feel the light of a sun that shall not shine,
And hide in the dark of a night that dims no sky,
Where I lived a day that never was,
Between these twilights, so like dawn:

O! the dews on branches that never shall sway—
In Sorrow, I walked among their leaves,
Gathering wreathes of petals never to bloom.
I longed to think of days that never would pass,
But their memory alas! was fading into this day,
This day that never was…that shall never be…
This day I dreamed would dawn on me…
And still I hear the bells I imagined would ring
In the brightest of dawns in welcoming
Of my soul in the tomorrow that I dreamed.

I miss the home I have never known—
Recalling the life that was not mine to live.
How strange, to feel a wound no one can see…
To be burned by a flame none can feel—
Pierced by a sun shining so brightly
On days that should have dawned.
I drink this Cup of Thoughts Unshed…
For a mind which may have been clear,
In a day that never was…a life that never shall be.
Yesterday is dead. Today brings no cheer
Tomorrow may have been different—
Tomorrow may have been a day that never was.

© 2023 Marten Hoyle