Sometimes

SOMETIMES Sometimes it is hard to smile . . . sometimes . . . A heaviness gets in the way and stagnates the dance and breath forgets and eyes are glazed sometimes . . . Shadows hide the light and dreams are blurred and trapped in black and tomorrows die upon a pyre stacked high with sticks as dry as fire as dead as paper words erased sometimes . . . and song remembers not and what was there in colours bright in skywide light is forever spent and shrivelled grey that is not there sometimes . . . and bark and branch and velvet, silk and tweed and glass don’t thrill at finger touch sometimes . . . and flowers sweet in flimsy dress mourn slow with drooping heads and clouds close in with sombre stress and thunder strikes up the last post grave in solemn demise sometimes . . . Sometimes it is hard to smile . . . sometimes . . .