Day and night: A poem 

The sunflowers with each golden yoke 

above the tall green grass, the light soak 

Moments are spare, but I am aware 

That time is fleet and night will stare 

Let the watery poison moon at my window glance 

When the clouds of dusk gather, petunias will still dance 

Even so sleepless like a cat, my mind will prance 

My eyes will be glued to awakening of dreams like a lance 

If day were solid and night liquid, I will dine and sip 

with a word meting justice from the meeting of lips 

The hidden truth is the keyboard at my fingertips 

The wind is hot as fire where the earth never dips 

I can see that my reflection is chewing on paradise’s fruit 

I have purity’s booty strapped around my boots 

The bedlinen is unused, but I will gracefully smooth 

For the night too has gifts of wisdom, like the day afoot