Day Poem by Andrus Cassian

'Speak softly love and hold me against your warm heart
Sharing a love that only few have ever known'
beautiful words, a gift from my friend Andy, isn't it just dandy
a work of art to admired, to be inspired
but what I'm spilling out is only typical, critical just for a contest
How I feel isn't happy, isn't love; maybe it's the wrong kind of day
but these words just make it worse, make me want to curse
put my head on a hat rack and exchange it for something better
Look at me I'm lyrical but I'm only on a cynical little tirade
so forgive me, don't hold it against me
it's all in the measure of today, just give me wind and a raincoat
not vows of love and wine colored days
This isn't mockery or an atrocity
I acknowledge love exists and I feel it; felt it, bled it, yes it's real
I'm living it, dealing with it, enjoying it presently
but today is a day where I'm just numb to that kind of thing
So I turn off these deep velvet nights Andy so elegantly proclaimed
I just rather sleep than verbally fight about
how I ruined this song in light of the world they call day