The days are so long, my love.
One has to wander from sunrise to sunset
And then comes the night.
Then comes the night: the hardest part of the day
The hours when the soul flies away.
To another realm: to wander and reflect
When the body tries to unify the schism;
To leap over the chasm that divides
This world from the next and thus
Dawn to dawn, sunrise to sunrise
I mystify by moonlight
Some lines scrawled themselves onto
Crumpled white pages.
Some tears from tired eyes, there are methods
To comfort the tired body and mind
But not the anguished soul.
The days are so long, so long, my love.