A sunny day, with little breeze,
the sky is blue, no clouds around,
I sit beneath the shady trees,
with fragrant flowers on the ground,
on days like this, I think of you,
and feel my wishes may come true.
A balmy calm, a restless night,
the moonlight fills my lonely room,
I long to join an owl in flight,
or buzzing insects on a bloom,
I pace the floorboards, certain of
the awful truth: I lost your love.
Yet, dawn awakes my hope again;
I step outside, refreshed by rain...
Jack Horne enjoys reading and writing poetry. He is Whispers Activity Features Editor.