Poem Saturday

Today I felt like posting a poem that I had written a few weeks ago. I was inspired by the rich life that I get to live which includes family with which we get to spend wonderful Sundays. I know little about poetry, but I do like having fun with words. I am merely having a little fun. Without further ado, here is a rich night poured into word form.

Week's End

The lazy lights before us blink, silently beaconing of us to that which is familiar. 

Our bed awaits with its known texture and melody of comfort. 

As the beat of the music pulses through my legs and hair straight to my heart, I cannot help but to willingly and gladly say yes to both requests. Yes to drinking deep of the rich waining of the day, and yes to welcoming the promise of the restful night that lies ahead. 

But the brother of the delicious Sunday I have enjoyed is Monday. His nessecary strong arm, placed between blissful enjoyment and my dutiful weeks beginning, is both biter and sweet. 

The time spent with those I love will soon be traded off for time spent to ensure that more days of love and wonder can exist. 

As I look on once more upon the night sky, I witness lightning punching through the sky to interlock fingers with the grass only for less than less than a second. It occurs to me how much the earth is stirring and aching for things to be put back to the way they should be. 

It is wonderful and frightening, the passion with which the world stirs and aches for the return of the artist to his artistry. The furious determination in which the sky erupts angrily is truly something to be beheld, sought out and fathomed.

My chest cries out for the hours to lengthen and linger. But as my eyes turn toward the horizon, I am taken over with a purposeful desire to press on, knowing that this end is but temporary. 

And when I have seen many temporary ends, and the days have grown slow again, 

I know I shall take in the sweet flashes of this existence no more. 

And then it will not be lights that beacon me, but those of old whom love me yet I know them not, as well as He of forever that loves me and that I know well.