The day that comes is like the sea…

The day that comes is like the sea,
The happy, busy, playful sea –
So much, right there, in front of me:
Alas, though – I am empty

The night that comes is like a fair,
Or carnival, with treasures rare –
The lights shine on beyond compare:
Alas, though – I’m unseeing

For day and night and night and day
Go on the old fantastic way,
With new friends and new games to play —
But here I am, in harrows

The day that comes is wide indeed,
With miracles that I’m sure feed
Into the life I’d like to lead –
For now, I’m
In the narrows

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant