The First Blush
Of a new day.
Eyes that drink in the surroundings
Eyes melting in lost love and tears
Eyes that say what inhabits the soul
Eyes full of doubts, heartaches and fears.
In the evening, when the last light slowly shadows
The brightness and translucent emotions
And the deciphering of left-behind heartaches
About the missing and past spent devotions.
In the darkness, when mysteries unravel
In strange thoughts, situations and dreams
Moonbeams and starlight light up the black sky
And nothing, I think, is quite how it seems.
Slowly, like tides gently ebbing
The night clouds sway past sleepy eyes.
In the chilled dark, not a light or a spark
Illuminate the lone night owl’s cries.
That’s when my eyes finally open.
At the very first blush of the morning
The starlight then loses its sparkle.
At the edge of the day, in the dawning.
