"BUT I HAVE THE SUNRISE" The night is filled with pitiful cries.
I could hear the requiem of crickets,
Rubbing their percussions where notes are arrows,
And where breeze chants their deepest sorrow.
But I have this music of sunrise
That after this requiem of the night,
I could hear the singing of the birds
Where the breeze gives its warmest love.
The night is trapped in an abyss.
I could see the stars losing their spark,
Fading as if they were struggling to shine,
Begging the heaven to extend their fire.
But I have this spectrum of sunrise
That after these stars lose their light,
I would see the birth of the bright dawn
Where the prism of life shines in radiance.
The night shivers like winter
A thousand needles are pricking my skin,
Freezing my heart to hopelessness,
As if I was thrown into the core of blizzards.
But I have this soothing warmth of sunrise
that after this winter of doom,
Spring would sprout the leaves of hope
And bloom the flowers of love and smiles.
© Jeffrey Cejero