Farewell to yesterday

Farewell to Yesterday

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Yesterday was silver lined.

I followed the rippling creek along the road to nowhere, someplace beyond the horizon.

The sky was a brilliant shade of Prussian blue contrasting with the

Clouds, magenta hued. It was a very sunny night until the rain began to fall.

Hailstones tumbled from the heavens, and

 Within a heartbeat they turned into shooting stars, until that very moment,

I found myself in the midst of a galactic storm.

Stars were sparkling beyond the the skies, as

 I tried to dance in time with the gentle late-summer breeze.

I heard the moon summoning me upon the day the world fell out from beneath me.

Yesterday I believed the sun would never burn out, and all of the stars in this endless universe would scintillate within the heavens forever,

 I could not hear-only bells ringing- not the beautiful chorus of church bells, though

 Perhaps the high-pitched singing of the locusts hovering above the treetops?

 Upon this evening the rain began to fall-

Lost souls were weeping and my sprit was boundless-as yesterday was forever gone-

Time had slipped away as unobtrusively as a shadow

 Disappearing into the darkness of the twilight sky.

 It was yesterday that I climbed that ladder upwards to the sky reaching for the stars,

I played flutist’s music as I danced amongst those stars within the galactic storm.

Yesterday was when it all happened; yesterday was the day I believed

I would see the magic of the night again and the dawning of the day.

I fear the never-ending vagueness of the wiles of today.

I cannot yet envision life tomorrow…yesterday was silver lined-

Clouds were slate gray against a sky of Prussian blue, somewhat magenta-hued –

I listened so closely to the sound of the ringing bells- perhaps the song of the nightingale or the chanting of the crickets on a late summer’s evening?

 I call myself today’s frightened child or the estranged spirit of tomorrow, while.

Yesterday was silver lined. Branches upon he oak trees reached towards eternity

The magic of yesterday is gone forever- though the sun must rise once more.

I am looking over the mountaintops searching for tomorrow’s mysterious arrival.

I hold yesterday in all of my fondest dreams, although perhaps-

I would ride bareback upon a comet or a shooting star,

Never looking back,

Never looking back…

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Claudia Krizay