A tiresome day weeps

A tiresome day weeps for a lonely night,
a patched life, sweet and sour, seeks release,
exit denied, each new day is the old sight,
when will chaos end and dawn peace;

change as only constant, a lie, for all same,
same boredom, same drudgery, same pain,
joy a memory, still possible in life’s game,
the parched soiled sands seek pure rain;

but with rain comes thunder frightening,
what use invisible rainbows at night dancing,
can’t move in dark with spasms of lightning
as the torch, mud puddles in path prancing;

a lonely night calls for a cheerful and eager day,
a rainy holiday where in groups inside we stay.