Second Poem

Good evening sir!
How are you on such a wonderful night?
Oh my! I must say!
You appear to be as melancholy as a poor fellow at his mother’s funeral!
How is it that such a bright soul became struck with such greif?

Perhaps I am in a rather depressed mood
But please, let it not worry you so much.
After all,
are we not all possessed by a hidden sorrow?
And it illuminates itself upon gloomy reflections in the water,
Beneath nightly stars that flicker incessantly,
Yearning for the love of the moon
As she directs her pale beam of light
unto the water lilies below
Giving them an ominous glow on the lake’s surface
     And the flowers...
     Casting tenebrous shadows
     upon the eastern shore.
     The stars cry out in anguish
     as the sun destroys them once more.

But it is the sun my dear friend!
The enemy the stars dread the most
That casts light upon all Earthly creatures below
And warms the face of a tired and weary soul
Stricken with grief
     For the sun’s rays shall remove all shadows
     Even those as long as the mountain
     And it will remain hovering above
     for the world to see splendid blue skies
     which transformed from an orange-red afterglow
     Posterior to being dark for so long

Indeed, my friend.
And so with tears in my eyes I sigh once more.
Not out of either sorrow or misery
But for such wonderful joy the sun can bring
after a night’s worth of tribulation.
And that, my dear friend, is all the reason I need to live!