The Inevitable Descent to Day

I often wondered If the sun would forget to rise. Wise in youth and set in mind, Garbed only in a gilded repercussion Of guiltless romanticism, I resolved never to be dissatisfied. Winds grew despotically deep and The tides sat swollen. By and by, even the grains of Course, yellowed salt of the earth Collapsed into themselves for want of oxidation. The sun slipped back behind us all to bathe A whitewashed earth in an anaerobic orange haze. I often shrank in fear Of losing that tender sensibility so Somberly it slunk Away to glowering caverns, Flung itself down to the deepest crevasse I could possibly contain. Echoes of you bounced forth from Hollowed architecture, cavernous and crumbling. Worthy whispered tales of undying midnight eyes And aching tendons in mid-flight Brewing discontent in an abrupt grayscale eternity. Staunchly unable to allow you to abscond To mere memories I would have never Hoped to hold, Senseless sentiment set lungs ablaze and allowed For the poison of pleasure lost To march on in a morphine drip. Once I often wondered If the sun would forget to rise. Now discontent in disillusion, Bound to countless stark twilit vigils, I will never be content Without your calm in the dimming night.