NOTES : This started out as chapter 3 of a new Hailey/Maybourne story, but it wanted to be something different so it became this poem. Somewhere there's a place for hyperbole and florid rhetoric — I'm still looking for it.
Sam, standing by the lake in the park close to her house, fears Jack might never come home...
Mood For A Day
The time it takes ...
to see the dawn of a new day
your long shadow cast
before the sun rising
behind you in the east yet
you gaze to the west over
clear water watching
ripples on the surface
motes of light dancing
angels' wings fluttering
soft in the breeze
beads of sparkling dew
bending lush grass studded
diamond and emerald
refracting reflecting
more sublime for all
the stars in the sky
you would walk not
stand heavy with grief
of sorrow and regret
trees so tall beside you
still the strength of
years gone by from
roots buried deep to
tower high above secret
hopes and hidden thoughts
imaginations presupposed
sustain the craving in
life so small
across the shore your
shadow breaks great
flocks of birds spread
their wings take flight
clear water dew-beaded
grass trees so tall to
fly with joy and
freedom's call from
night to light so bright
to turn and look and see
the city before you the
sky so blue above
the race of man below
live their lives not
knowing the sacrifice
you leave behind the one
who broke your heart
of destiny unfulfilled
an eternity buried
beyond your reach
dark wishes of the night
cry oblivion a curse
of love's delight that
cannot be shared fills
the bleak void only
day dreams of pain
of desire immeasurable
for the dawn of a new day
... a tear to fall.