Untitled (God frowned)

Light winds hiss
Like a lover’s kiss
In the trees that here abound
And the soft-scented air
Makes me all aware
Of the days before God frowned.

The cry of a bird -
So sharply heard -
The sense of another day dying.
The cooling breeze
Precludes the ease
Of a night when my heart won’t be crying.

See the sun set
And don’t ever let
The sense that time passes you by
Stifle your soul
Let the blood run cold
Nor torture yourself with the why.

The run’s not so hard
Though emotions are jarred:
Many ways to survive will be found.
Turn to and face
Your triumphant disgrace -
And look back on the day God frowned.