I Sing of Sorrow

during escape at night when
clouds salute dusk’s farewell

stars tagged on comet trails
their piercing light far away.

But I know morning will
come soon enough with
a brightness that trembles
among that natural delight

and sooner than later
I too will rekindle a joy

of life---where spirit instills
a will to rise lively again.

© Richard L. Provencher