As Expected

The blush of midnight

No longer kissed by the morning sun

Only the waning moon

I can imagine

Autumn’s clouds

Covered my spot in a shroud

The blush of the breaking dawn

No longer kissed by the morning sun

Only the cold mist

I can imagine

Summers’ heat

Retreating like the low tide leaving the straying starfish dry

The blush of the evening star

No longer in my grasp

Only the grey sky

I can imagine

Wet kissing rain

Washing away lingering tired pain

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-08-31.