Bidding The Daytime goodnight

It's about the indifferent cosmos and time relentlessly slipping away

Into The Black Hole Of Night`

The bittersweet feeling

Of bidding the day goodnight

When at days end

I turn off the light

It’s the feeling...of leaving

something precious behind

A moment portentous

In the back of my mind

When I sense the present

silently stealing away

Like sand in an hourglass

Quietly taking measure of the day

Life seems fleeting

Empty and stark

And I  feel my heart beating

apace in the dark

Would it not be more kind

if man had no concept of time

just the primal acceptance

of daytime and night

But try as I can and with all of my might

can I, like many of you, with the coming of night

Be absent... the bittersweet feeling...

of bidding the daytime goodnight

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Author's Note

It stumbles, staggers and reels like a good many of mine have a tendency to do. I'm going to call this my "style."