The sun is up,
My heart is down,
My smile extinct,
My face a frown;
I wish to wilt
Like Autumn’s fading flower,
Rhythmically writhe,
Eyes all a glower.
The moon is full,
My heart is beating,
My smile returning,
Though it may be fleeting;
I wish to sleep,
Like Midsummer Night’s lovers,
Coil up in bed,
Body wound in covers.
The dawn is upon me,
My heart is content,
My smile is fresh,
Former sins I repent;
I wish to arise,
Like Lazarus after Christ,
Open my chest,
Gather goodness inside.
The day has erupted,
My heart is torn,
My smile horizontal,
Happy or forlorn?
I wish to be a statue,
Like outcrops in the sea,
Solid state of emotion,
While the waves leave me be.
