Every Night

the formatting here is all wrong! reading my poem in class tomorrow (yikes!) . . .

Every night, every lonely pensive night

I wander aimlessly in my sensory modalities

The trees with leaves hanging low and sad

Shivering from the cold, merciless wind

Bodies creased, dull and weeping sap

Roots emerging, expanding

Reaching for something else

Have you not seen a sadder setting

Flowers, twisted at the neck

No sun in their presence, don’t know where to look

Frail and thin, no support in their ascending stem

Petals fall and rot, consumed by the crawlers of the night

The stars, distant and lost in space

Away from me, out of my reach

Surrounded by the ill night

Mere specks in the sky; appearing at night, lonely nights

Pulsing, agreeing with my laments

Have you not seen a sadder setting

The moon, the mightiest in the sky

But the loneliest in my eye, no love can match its size

Merely a poignant reminder of the time that has passed me

Moonlight reflects on me

And I feel its sorrow and lonesomeness

My heart is intertwined with this dark natural setting


I do not understand what's in the night
That speaks ever so romantically to some


The mysterious sounds of the night

The creature’s hoot for his distant lover

The beast’s cry for his distant companion

Oh the howling wilderness

Prompting a feeling in me so familiar, one of love

But, love reminds me of yesterday

And I lament more, and more, and more

Have you not seen a sadder setting

Nature, I feel your longing too

I have lost my light too soon

The ineluctable night creeps and does its deed

Prompting feelings one thought he had lost

No, I have not seen a sadder setting