DESPITE THE PROMISE OF THE GLOAMING

 DESPITE THE PROMISE OF THE GLOAMING


Written By


David Steve Simon


I don’t fear the apocalypse


I fear that my daydreams 

Will never burst open

Like the newborn mouths of sun nursing violets

On the very first day of spring.


I don’t fear darkness 


I fear I will never again have

a drowsy pair of feet

search for mine

In the feathery valley of 

The fallen night time duvet.


I don’t fear storms


I fear being battered by loneliness


I don’t fear the truth


I fear the person who will expose me to it


I don’t fear aging


I fear its consequences.

Which will turn me

From a hard pelting rain

Into a fine mist

Which will be forgotten

Despite the promise of the gloaming

Far, far away from 

The never ending fields of violets.

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