In darkest night, my soul, anguished by its plight
Tried, tried to soar free, but tied to soil
Came rushing back, to wait another day.
Day after day like soft petals that circle a flower
Like stories told at night to children
Like comets that circle a sun
Night becomes day and seasons change.
Days go by: And life
May end when it has scarcely begun.
Thinking about ambitions and dreams
Has long ceased; the sound of children at play
Will remain with me as long as it may.
Copyright: Rani Turton