Paul Gerard Reed

Departing Day

The cool fresh air of the night was there to greet me

The stillness captured in the skies that had rained,

The unbridled shouts and screams and cries

In the optimism of the departing day ingrained;

 

The empty silence wrapped its arms around me

And took me back to the busy day

And I relived all the joyous games and laughter

Under the dank clouds sombre grey;

 

Homework done, races run, marbles rolled, blue and gold,

Christmas tree both bought and built,

Little figures round a table in the dark

Drinks poured, slurped and spilt;

 

And now the nothingness of the evening

With not a whisper left to betray

The unbridled shouts and screams and cries

That filled the departing day