Days & Nights

There are days when I can walk free.

Days when I can feel the sunlight on my skin.

Days when I no longer wear sorrow

as a garment of my mourning.

Days where sunlight dapples the leaves.

Honeysuckle in the air.

The heat a lover’s caress

as I am able to pretend

yet again,

that you had not left me.

Days where our favorite song erupts from every station

where the scent of your cologne

permeates the air,

the water,

my very being

and I cannot break free.

Nights where I can fall to slumber.

Morpheus barely needs to draw

the line from my soul to my dreams

as he guides my fantasies along.

Nights where the thunder roars.

Rain slashing the window pane.

When the rage,

red and black,

filled me with terror.

There are memories

stored deep in the black of my mind.

Ones that I shan’t access

for should I;

my ability to wake, to live, to be,

would be as dead as you are to me.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

November 21/17