a poem i wrote when i took a picture of the sky

While the sun was shining,
I was deep asleep in your arms;
knowing not the beauty of its embracing rays,
but knowing the gracious presence of clouded days.

While the moon was rising,

I was wide awake, your hand in mine;

knowing not the sweetness of pale starlight,

but knowing the darkness of my bustling mind at night.

While the rain was falling,

I was exhausted, feeble, leaning on your side;

knowing not the relief of this long-felt pain,

but knowing the sharpest stings of what to lose and gain.

While the clouds were gathering,

I was weary from your body and your mind;

knowing not the thought of living life much longer,

but knowing that one day I will get stronger.

-LJ

20 & 21 January 2017