Incomprehensibly short

A Poem by songstress

Each and every single day, while the child plays, dusk and dawn became ever so nearer in their dance to rest. Yet, idle be the child's mind, his heart raced forward... toward the inevitable.

Each and every single day,
while the child plays,
dusk and dawn
became ever closer
in
their dance to rest.

Yet, idle be
the child's mind,
his heart
raced forward,
unconsciously,
for dusk's embrace.
So,
mother's and father's
cried silently
from afar,
hoping, praying
that
the dance of dawn
may never cease.

Yet, impossible be this
wish to part,
the child grew still
with his wild heart...
thereupon,
once tender lips
touched upon
affectionate mother's,
soon grew detached,
and dry
with father's parting...
and still
the waltz between dusk,
and dawn continued,
never ceasing
to hold a
warm body.

Dearest child,
who lingered within limbo,
do not part from the land of day.
Torment you must
within seemingly idle wall's,
love echo's
within your racing heart.
For with
each and every
kiss, and embrace held,
another
becomes closer to dusk's doors.
So, please do not cherish
the idleness that is night,
but
the love that comes
with those who
linger
with you
within
the day.