Dedicated to thatmishmash
As the evening on its’ trepid steps approached,
a subtle melancholy spread its’ wings too,
(who knows from Hades or the Elysium)
the gush of wind from their fluttering tinged my soul!
If I were a streetlight with sodium in my heart,
it was about time to start glowing red
and wait in silent anticipation
of the thrilling onset of night across my world!
If I were a bird far away from my dear home,
for sustenance, both my own and others’,
the time was nigh for me to turn around
and flap my wings to the opposite direction!
O but I’m neither a diurnal bird nor a sodium light,
in fact, to know myself I’m still in a perpetual fight!