I’ve seen the sunrise averting clouds of gray;
ready to strike.


I have felt the midday’s light
pouring down
from the blue sky,
soaking the tip of the hour
whenever I had the time
to spend at will with my hands.


I have reached evenings of darkness
blending with a sudden night
and a moon without affection,
choosing to hide
in its silver,
away from the muse of poets
searching for words and good rhyme.


Yet, while seeing, reaching, feeling, …
writing down things on my mind,
I can exercise my pride
at ease.

© By Emiliano (Poeta48@aol.com)