A bright day, a twinkling night: A poem 

If brightness kissed my face, 

the most colourful flowers would laze 

in my humble soul’s vase 

I can smell the aroma of the wind 

as it skirts from the horizon’s wings 

And the hinges of laughter’s window sing 

I take the river to the sea 

If salt were honey to the bee, 

sadness would be joy welling within me 

The woes can never be encore 

They won’t make my feelings sore 

My spirit is long-lived like folklore 

I imagine I wear a sequined dress 

Diamonds caressing every tress 

And when dusk arrives, dawn is in my breast 

Tears are candour, but a smile is simple 

A worry is only a passing pimple 

It is in the darkest night that the most stars twinkle