even the darkest nights cannot stay the morning's light

when it was dark
on the crowded street
and everyones screams
seemed to conflate into
dreams that we could not wake
from;
    oh, and our dalliances
were crestfallen, forgotten in demesne land
you were still near to me, and dear to me but so
demure;
    and the denouement seemed to never come
desultorily, i tried to run
but the earth was mixed up in a dissemble spiral
“my God!’ “No, my God!” and “My country!” also
the effervescent memories of waking as a child
gone;
    all hope for eloquence suddenly just evanescent
ephemeral and
gone;
    your felicity, also,
gone;
    our forbearance as people suddenly furtive to
the threats and bombs;
    still, I must ask you: do you remember, before the fugacious fog,
when we would gambol in the gossamer’s glamour
headstrong with halcyon, high as a kite on the harbinger’s song
glad to be alive with moonshine and daylight and even the bees
seemed reason enough to sing for…
before our ineffable soured losses turned us inured
before we were lachrymose, labyrinthing in sticky moss
we had lilt and leisure and still I urge you as you 
try to move on
that the old mellifluous murmur
still, she sings on
you may have to look under the palimpsest
to the first and dirtiest draft
where love was loquacious and saccharine
and maybe it has become less so on its journey to be more wise
but still, i encourage you to find that what has not changed
in love, in us
is the sempiternal spark
yes, there is still heart
beating
seeking to make sense of it all
casting soliloquies in the dark hoping
to find the right words to say
to bring us all back into
unity again—but better than we’ve ever been
because it is not just the one we lost
that had a dream
we all carry on with this same dream
when we, with child’s eyes, first saw the earth
and gasped at its wonder
so many amazing things
such power in the morning’s renewing peace
so, I am reminded as I struggle with sleep
that even the darkest nights
cannot stay the morning’s light
it comes for us
with nary a care for our deservedness
with more chances than seconds
and more warmth than the coldest
of hearts
--
do you feel it?