I’m so overtired.
I wish I could sleep.
I stare at the ceiling,
And silently weep.
I’m nobody’s worry,
And nobody’s care.
Lifetimes of emotions,
Pull me here and there.
The moon’s even sleeping.
I wish I could too,…
Though life, it is not fair,
And it is not through.
I have many more nights,
To cry on my own;
And far many more days,
‘Fore I can go home.
K. Aldaya, 8/22/22
Picture: By Joshua Rawson-Harris on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/wCgy-qHtZtM
What I used to fear, I now crave.
There is no escape, but for the grave.
The bitterness,…the human plight.
I’m as tired as sleepless night.
I cannot leave,…the night’s not o’er.
I am the moon, and the Earth, the floor.
I hover on high, watch and wait,
‘Til the day time seals my fate.
I will return to dust and light;
Yet until then, I must do what’s right.
I’ve loved too much to spurn my fate.
Sing a lullaby,… it’s getting late.
Go to sleep. There’s not to fear.
And when you wake, please shed no tear.
Within the light, I am still here.
K. Aldaya, 6/17/20
Picture: By Nick Owuor on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/wDifg5xc9Z4
In the darkness dreams take flight,
Through the airy skies of night,
Into the arms of stars beyond,
The gaze of mortal sight.
Where they may blossom into hope,
To hold us when we can not cope;
As time’s unending legacy,
Surpasses human scope.
So dream your dreams tonight, my dear,
Without worry. Without fear,
For long after this song is sung,
Those stars which I once dreamt upon,
Will brightly shine for you.
K. Aldaya, 4/11/18
Picture: https://pixabay.com/en/star-gazing-starry-night-astronomy-1149228/
O’ Weeping Willow, why do you hate the daylight so?
Why do you cry to the sun and hang your head so low?
Do you want us all to feel the same way that you do?
Are you angry with the sun, which dries, then feeds you too?
O’ Weeping Willow, why do you love the darkness so?
Why do you wave and smile at the moon; and let your beauty show?
Do you love the dark because it hides your bitterness?
Does the night conceal your tears within it’s tranquil darkness?
O’ Weeping Willow, why do you exist to feel this way?
Why must you live to suffer so?
Why does it have to be this way?
Do you know where we all go when we turn to dust?
Weeping Willow won’t you cry for me too, when you meet my drifting dust?
K. Aldaya, 10/12/16
Picture: http://indulgy.com/post/cbtCpMSUW1/theclouser; http://indulgy.com/ana–bella/myperfect
Fireflies fill the night skies.
The wind is warm and light.
I stand alone beneath the stars,
This peaceful June night,
And wonder if stars are really,
The souls of ancient beings,
Who look upon the plight of man,
As a show with histrionic scenes.
In the expanse of time and space,
The lives of earthly men,
Must seem so trivial to a star,
Who’s seen from now to then.
Will stars recall when we looked up,
And stared into their gaze?
Will they remember who we were?
Will they remember us always?
Do we remember the fireflies,
Which danced before our eyes?
On summer nights while time passed by,
Did they gaze into our eyes?
Do not forget those fireflies,
Though trivial they may seem,
In the many nights of our lives,
They come and go like a dream.
Yet, if we don’t remember them,
Or moments while we live,
Who could hope for the stars to gaze back,
And watch us while we live?
And recall when our time runs out,
The beauty of existence.
How each life’s spark was beautiful,
In these skies of happenstance,
Where we all danced for awhile.
K. Aldaya, 6/9/16
Picture: By Steed Yu for National Geographic; http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography/photo-of-the-day/fireflies-stars-night/
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