Morning, Noon And Night Poem by Juan Olivarez

Morning breaks with longing eyes.
Morning wanting to be noon.
Longing for a brighter sun,
For a warmer breeze,
Longing for more clouds in the sky.

Noon arrives surveying the world around,
Feeling inadequate, incomplete, and unappreciated.
Longing for some rest in his hectic world.
No matter what noon does, it is never enough.
The sun is always hot, and the sky has too many clouds.

Night arrives in his usual melancholy way.
Remembering when he was called morning,
And the breezes were cool, and the birds sang.
The horizon was covered in glorious colors,
While the moon faded in the golden west.

And now night morns, for the past when he was morning,
Even being noon again would not be so bad.
My how time did fly, a single rotation of the Earth,
And now his brief life, is coming to and end.
Life is not eternal, it is fleeting, live it while you may.

9/22/11 Alton Texas