The Glory Of It All And The Ghost (Poem)

I want the day to still but it has begun.

Light spreads across the morning

In colors denied by the austere moon

But celebrated by the gaudy sun.

Shades of every hue saturate the landscape,

Drenching the birds, the trees, the earth, the sky.

Even the distant mountains display a variegated garb.

I want the day to hush but it has begun.

Noise resounds from the dawning

In cacophony suppressed by the silent stars

But applauded by the clamorous rise.

Sounds of every tone reverberate across the horizons,

Resonating from every living thing and objects made.

I cannot close my eyes to this, nor stop my ears from hearing.

I do not join in the burgeoning revelry.

I walk quietly amidst this festive passage,

Somber; muted; unseen; a ghost.