The Cease of a Season

The Seasons are changing .

I study Summer as she packs her things , my happiness in her hand.

She tucks it into a trinket with my name on it.

After the rain , she goes back to work.

I take a walk thru her warmth so she doesn’t suspect a thing & when I return home I prop my biggest books on a chair & reach for the little trinket with my name on it .

The imbalanced books tumble for the ground & prior to my body being forced by gravity to join them, my fingers graze against the trinket .

It was like a baby who’d finally gotten hold of mama after a long day of being loved by warm strangers.

I felt a surge , my gray was enriched with oranges , yellows , and reds!

And for a moment, my joy was mine again.

But in the midst of my tumble...

The colors descended coldly as I joined the array of pages scattered on the floor .

Summer has returned home.

She made way for the coolness of fall to start his unpacking.

She strides past me as if I'm not even there. I feel her warmth as we cross vicinities, but I am not able to grasp on to the love I once sucked of her.

I take a walk . The air is crisp. My heart beats with loneliness in its pulses.

The light of the moon takes heed to my glum behavior and asks for my heart for mending. I ignore her because my heart is locked away in a trinket with my name on it.

I sit under a shaded tree on a navy night . The darkness consumes me and I seep deep into it.

My eyes stream the waters of my gloom.

My thoughts eat at my fighting organ with its every beat.

I can feel the nerves in my head tighten from all the sobbing I've done.

I don’t want to return home, not with knowing she won’t give me back what is mine rightfully so.

She’s made plan to inaugerate herself steward over what's mine & there is nothing I can do about it.

I sit under the shaded tree on the navy night and allow my tears to drunken me as I peer thru the window of my house. She illuminates the rather dark place as she rests.

My eyes are swollen and small

Suddenly I feel a sting.

It gently strikes me, it’s slow but steady , painful yet inviting

As painful as it is, I lift my eyes to get a better view.

I see a light .

I look North to my home where I see Summer sleeping peacefully.

I look South to the sky where the moon shines in the subtle manner that she does.

I look East and I see a light greater than the two combined.

It does not speak , it hovers over me , it asks of me nothing,it’s not invading I don’t find it pervasive.

The shimmer of its beauty whispers gently in the dark night.My tears have ceased , but the twinkle emits a sparkle in my eyes which moistens my cortex.

It patiently waits so close to my face that it tickles my eyelashes.

My gray is fading and I’m no longer filled with temporary colors.

My body had made space for this light I think.

I think and I consider.

I don’t see happiness in the light , I don’t see sadness either. To be quite frank , I see nothing in particular.

But it feels like promise.

Caught up in my thoughts I fail to notice the glow descending back to the unknown.

I depart from shaded tree into the navy night.

I run to the light .

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The warmth of the promise has evaporated my tears.

On the inside looking out, I see the darkness . I see the moon rejoicing. I see fall doing his thing. I see Summer setting sail with an unmarked trinket in her hand.

I see all these things from the light within. My troubles have ran away. The glow floats me back home.

We lay together, shower together, eat together, laugh together, pray together.

I search for my name to be stamped somewhere onto this genitive delightful source.

My name is not to be found on the light, but within.