I watch the night skies, all alone
And will my heart not to turn to stone.
Days come and nights fall
I push, fight hard, against melancholy’s pall.
A flower blooms and butterflies are born
Betwixt past and future I am ever torn.
It is in the day-to-day
I feel sometimes that I lose my way.
Love is not found by constant striving
Rather stumbled upon while otherwise thriving
So my task upon each new waking
Is to live and learn, each joy gently taking.
Perhaps through chance and undiscovered treasure
My heart once again will beat with perfect measure
In one-two cadence…give, receive, give, receive.
Inspiration: I worked nights at the time of my husband’s death, so star-gazing was a ‘thing’. This was written during a time of serious depression, although I didn’t know it was that at the time. It is the first poem I wrote after the death. I’ve come a long way since then.