My Day, My Night

It could be true, I'm feeling as

blue during the day, how clear

it should be out there, but

at night, here come the owls

were howling so loud like

a steady drum sound in the

mix, my poetry by day and

night what a sight, I'm

still feeling blue, I never

been shy of life before

and therefore, my love is

everywhere in my heart in

vane, I looked from

my bedroom window shed

like that, I see the warm

bright sunlight and also

moonlight too, it warms up

my spirit and soul, I see

outrageous girlfriend's eyes

like angel cloud in thin

inglorious air

Written by

Michael James Brindley

4-22-16