Beware The Night Poem by Lora Colon

No longer will sadness set the tone,
Despair won't define my waking hours;
Never will the sun hear me bemoan
These lonely tears that cascade like showers

By solitude's woes I'll not be bound
As long as the sun saunters the sky;
Like vile weeds I'll pluck them from the ground,
Laughing as their flowerheads droop and die

Love's silent voice will be disavowed
Since it will not speak the words I crave;
In defeat, my head will not be bowed,
To Love I'll not be a constant slave

I'll mimic the music box dancer - -
Twirling 'round and 'round in silent glee,
While secretly begging the answer
To why Love withholds its melody

All throughout the day I'll wear a smile,
Every tortured longing will take wing;
I'll defy Fate's decree all the while,
But when night falls..... well, that's another thing