Night In Common

Artwork by Dawn Hudson

Life and death have life in common

     Be it of a human, a borer or a deity

So do I and the moon have night in common

     Be it sunny, hazy or cloudy

Even now, she’s got the brightest of the sides

     Her heavenly smile peek my room’s underdoor

In the sky of the stars, her gaze constantly resides

     And whilst the angelic wings, my flight underdo

Not so long have I altered from being a song

     In the ears of mountains my chants do perish

So wild and woeful as time within a throng

     But still, notwithstanding, still’s the pain to cherish

But what do love and death have in common after all?

     Devotion and retention I presume

Being a neighbor of either side, I clearly recall

     For they embellish souls they consume

Words are mere leaves falling from sole trees

     They bleed not, neither do they really know

Whether autumn is round the corner with heaves

     Nor do they least care how vigorous will the wind blow

But what do life and sin have in common?

     Sin is but a life in sore cloak, I daresay

Cloying to the flesh while decaying cinnamon

     Whence did the gale and the ages sail

Life stood in-between me and my dear death

The very moment I failed to keep hold my clear breath