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         "In a Day" 

                                        From Joy to Sorrow


At six a.m., my head haloed with joy,
cramming hope into morning's wake-up call,
I arise to decode an innovative world
with floral visions that thrive in love
to feel the hungry itch in prolific soil,
and imagine he shall show up, today.

Though narrow as thread, hope's seedlings, today,
I let daring words perch on my lips with joy,
to link promises of trust to the lush soil,
and notice its gift, an angelic call,
chanting with rapture for a tryst of love;
through glory, all will be right with my world.

It's noon; iffy reign of the midday world
speed-walks in daze, in odd cycles, today.
Could indecision be catalyst to love,
while the sun glares in tentative joy?
I stand, my drooping arms waiting his call
like leafless branches slithering on soil.

I, a weeping willow on shaky soil,
watch heaven's river and the thirsting world
to wind down powerless, hoping for a call,
and I fumble through my dying tune, today.
When a tedium juggles fear and joy,
can one strong heart break easily for love?

With the setting sun, sorrow falls on love,
the last bloom fades on deplorable soil,
in feral ecstasy, hope burns its joy,
and night wags its black-cat tail to the world.
No pain is greater than love's grief, today
no return to light, never will he call.

The saddest prospect, long-forgotten call,
grief lets free its thorns in me, when hushed love
takes cover under canopied eyes, today.
A zombie in black tuxedo this soil,
and mourning lasts in cinders of the world;
unmasked as sadness is a foolish joy.

The ghost of his call, now, buried in soil,
love's faith is denied and lost to the world,
but in sorrow, today, lies a trace of joy.