On wanting to write poem

 I want to write a poem today

honest,rhyming and beautiful
I want my heart to sing and say
of all thats been so wonderful

I want to sit and recollect those days in flights
when the setting sun coloured the nights
with a slow hangover of the day past 
and a smiling hope of the morrow in cast


I want to remind me of that long dark night
of that lonely walk and of circular path
of that endless sink and that eternal death
but all that passed in a blink of eye


I want to think of the morning that came 
with the soft sunshine and birds chirping her name
that long deep breath and the power to run
but now the moon has come and covered the sun


I dont want to write a poem today
unjust, crying and in discipline
which stops me to speak and say
lost I am, but still on run

From old diary (Oct 2003)