The day's spectrum ever falls in the fiery red,
So does the light, as it stimulates the living
What manifests therefrom –
The forms and shapes of the sunlight
seemingly overpower- the glare oppressive
For the fatigued spirit,
More like a friend turned foe, in a battle
the vicissitudes of the day, as deceptive …
it pricks and hurts, at times when expectations and hopes belie,
but in the shifting shafts of daylight
Need I bemoan or ponder,
That which will recede soon into the horizon?
This passing phase that daunts, at the moment
It awaits the night’s quietude…the mellow dimness
To lull the day…my being…to sleep!
So does the light, as it stimulates the living
What manifests therefrom –
The forms and shapes of the sunlight
seemingly overpower- the glare oppressive
For the fatigued spirit,
More like a friend turned foe, in a battle
the vicissitudes of the day, as deceptive …
it pricks and hurts, at times when expectations and hopes belie,
but in the shifting shafts of daylight
Need I bemoan or ponder,
That which will recede soon into the horizon?
This passing phase that daunts, at the moment
It awaits the night’s quietude…the mellow dimness
To lull the day…my being…to sleep!
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