Gone the Day

It's day the 18th and I have chosen a Free Verse poem to celebrate all the black and white movies I've been watching as I lay on the couch drowning in allergies. They wrote and spoke more lyrically, more introspectively, in those early days. Sometimes I weep inside with the beauty of their words. Here's my tribute to them:

Gone the Day

Quiet, now, time to pay

The piper of today, that spinning, 

Dancing, cavorting player upon the pipes

Sleepily the night winged birds dip towards horizon

I stand watching the sunlight fade to gold-burnished indigo

The day has fled, drawing a blanket of stars across the velvet night.

I drink in the night only infrequently, refusing to lift my head

Gone with the sun, today's helping of rich potential

Departed, falling through the glass

As sand, mounding up

Never to return.

And I? 

Have I mourned

That tender gift of time

Which now is gone away?

No. Never sufficiently. I have paid

For my tomorrows with the sunsets of today

And garishly and carelessly have I danced away

The possibilities with which tomorrow lay festooned.

I crouch, instead, fearful of lesser things which I have wrought.

I wish I'd filled this day with the brilliance of a fresh-cut rose.

Knowing I shall never retrieve that which I have lost

A single, wasted tear, for nothing brings what

Has flown away, back again.

But what of tomorrow?

Await the Morning

© 2015 by H. Linn Murphy