Ode To The Tale Of Two Lives Poem by Arthur H Rowley

The night has fallen, as is it's cruel tendency,
once again sleep is alluding me
so I fill the emptiness with anything I can find
plans for tomorrow
stories of lovers
a greatest hits mix of all my current darkness
with songs from a summer far from here
when they play
I feel the heat slick against my skin
tilt my head back to catch the breeze

The winter is as cruel as I had known it to become
I have watched others waiting
in over heating cars with quiet radios
and a promise of snow crisping at their wing mirrors
perhaps they opt to hurry
rather than last too many moments without those they love
maybe they just want the warmth of home
or a steaming meal that awaits them
a kettle boiling
a soul to greet

The morning catches up with me eventually
finds me curled and bleary
and hiding once again
how easy it is to pray for the light
while you are shrouded in darkness
how hard it is to accept it once it comes

Here in the winter sun
where I am resting and lost
the ice may melt
so here I will stay
until the warmth remembers me
allows me to follow the frost
and trickle away