This day...

This day...so cloudy wet and cool
Is devoid of aging perhaps...
This day...so somnambulent
Drowsy like tired leaf
Falling from branches...
On roll from the cliff
Of incomplete sadness...

This day...so mystic
Full of meaningless myriad flow
Collapse all senses
To bring the insignificant show...
Of the thirst of flowers
Looking up to the sky...
Of indistinct hilltops
Upon which sun cast beams on sly...
Of blades of grass
Burdened by drops
Of last night's hopes
Upon them stopped...