i am night-locked this sudden darkness makes me wonder if the sun is blocked or is it some sort of punishment whatever it is i don't mind some people forget the sun blinds i prefer the cool night and to hang out with the fireflies mountains whisper to me a secret bliss and my cheeks the moonlight likes to kiss dewdrops and dusky roses night-lock is awfully lovely when you have firefly friends and flowers in your hair and perfume on the wind.
Yearning for sunlight In this warm summer daydream My stem reaches out
From the moist earth around me Into the sunshine I reach out for the heavens Just learning to sprout
In the breath of the morning Down by the river With the crisp air around me I bask in the glow
In the still of the daylight Warmed by its bright rays Mesmerized by the dewdrops I can now cast my shadow
Started this poem about a week ago. Then my body decided to have a stroke. Spent four days in the hospital and then came back and finished the poem. A brush with mortality can surely sharpen the senses. All is well though.