#1864-Bygone

The day is only starting,

But it already looks blue.

Must have slept badly,

For my body aches,

Instead of tingling with joy.

Another noisy day,

When cheer and hope,

Are outside playing, and

I feel lackadaisical,

To even bother to look.

Moments pass,

As I linger around,

Watching thoughts dance,

To silence and Bach.

But as the sun starts to rise,

Blue feelings begin to die.

The sound of waves,

No longer feels like noise,

And the gentle breeze,

Seems to carry tinges of hope.

Strange how feelings transform,

When I choose to stay,

Refusing to hide, or shrink away,

Like those innocent, bygone days.