Night and Day

[peramore]

The night, she draws her sleepy curtain,
her warm breath like a soft bed
with a mother’s face she looks at me,
caring, loving, tenderly
telling me stories wise and old,
exciting, soothing, while she cradles me
I feel her heart,
comforting its beat…her melody…
Soon she must go, she cannot stay,
I see the sadness in her face…
it’s changing… slowly…becoming brighter,
waking …a different face is smiling…
with active, demanding eyes
A teacher with books to read,
a clock with hands running …
the day, driving me forward,
goodhearted but strict, a man
of work, no time for rest,
no time for sentiments,
so much to do before he leaves me
in the arms of the Queen of Dreams…
once again…


Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko GISC2052924 2007