Night And Noon Poem by Godece Jasmine Rosal

These strange nights have wonderful ends
These violent days have meaningless bends
Twilight and dawn
Night and noon

Though stars prick the dark dome
Though Nightingales serenade my room
In this holiday of holidays
I see one face, his face

Many and nights ago
On nights like this
Where the stars danced and wheezed
He held my hand and won't let me go

And then one day, the day of the Yuletide
He held my hand and I held his
With my heart in my eyes I heard him say
'I have to go away'

A sad story, it is, I admit
But why be sad when I can be glad?
I stroked my son's hair, looked in his eyes
And saw my lover's eyes.