The sun is setting
quicker now
than ere it did before
in a hurry to say
goodbye
to a world full of
strife.
And the night is none
too pleased
for it needs not to be
witness to the plot and
plan
of what is yet to come.
As for stars they
twinkle still
but call and beg the
clouds
to hide their light from
humankind
not deserving of the
blessing.
The moon of course vacillates
sometimes granting love
and joy
and sometimes saying, “No,
no, no.
What a waste of energy.”
But energy doesn’t
care.
it works its magic
everywhere
but surely one day it
will tire
and retire from the
fray.
Then the wilt and
wither;
the preamble to demise
and I wonder then if
everyone
will know they
overstepped the mark.
The mark, the mark! Where is the mark?
It seems to veer and swerve
about
according to the times
to leave mankind
confused.
It’s good, it’s good,
as only then
can one stop and think!
