Weaks in The Yeah

Another cycle like another tide
Penning memories on a Moleskine
Laughter that rose only to subside
Victories turned to losses
With the miseries that inflicted us
And devils that would sit with us
Or angels that would comfort us
And lend us a place to smile
Perhaps a wing to cry on for time
Even make weeks pass like days
Vice versa in a lonely place
The losing of a homely face;
The sunlight appeared on a timed horizon
As we wait for the fragrant rising
And hope for a twist of fate
The sun rising
Illumination of our regret
As opposed to who would eulogise
Their heartbreak
The melting of frost that covered sorrows
Now longing for content tomorrows
An opening approaches
The prayers we may begin to send
In hope that the calamitous may begin to end