I worked this up to while away a sleepless night. It may seem a little dark, but we all have these moments. In this case a round of cheese toast banished the
unwanted visitors.
Vigil
The moon holds court
from 1:00 am;
through the turning hours
they creep and wend:
Night thoughts.
Regrets,
missed paths,
hurts borne and given,
false hopes,
lost love,
things said/unsaid.
Stains old and new:
unseen by day,
by night they come
and testify….
And the accuser by my shoulder stands,
and I transfixed in truth's pale glare.
Transfixed alone: no grace in sight;
it is far wheeling with the sun,
no advocate will this court permit.
- one straw remains: Its ambit
has an end; this too shall pass,
O revolution be my friend.
Vigil
The moon holds court
from 1:00 am;
through the turning hours
they creep and wend:
Night thoughts.
Regrets,
missed paths,
hurts borne and given,
false hopes,
lost love,
things said/unsaid.
Stains old and new:
unseen by day,
by night they come
and testify….
And the accuser by my shoulder stands,
and I transfixed in truth's pale glare.
Transfixed alone: no grace in sight;
it is far wheeling with the sun,
no advocate will this court permit.
- one straw remains: Its ambit
has an end; this too shall pass,
O revolution be my friend.
