Day and Night

Beach_Sunset_at_Point_Chevalier_Beach_-_Auckland

We stare at the sun to forget
And the moon, to remember

Sometimes, what we forget during daytime
Are the places inside the heart that keeps you ticking

Where love amasses her own treasures.
We are not all meant to be kites during daylight hours

Or jewels in a clay utensils. We linger in the transparency
Of fate, success or defeat, and we make

Renaissances our own habits, our own renewals.
And the moon is what keeps us alive.

The night hours that deprive the mind
Of thought ammunition and an amulet of flesh

Carving open clement times, and the heart
Preserving the folly and the nonsensical

We are only as awake as the moon hours
And dead from dawn till dusk…

Love by nature is a nocturnal feeder
And we are all fruit bats searching in the dark

For a mere echo of an abnormal heartbeat
A palpitation of the extraordinary

For the love fruit grows not on pectoral branches
Only inside the pericardial chamber.

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Author: meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, American Journal of Poetry, Kitaab, Eastlit and Ravens Perch. He mixes science with poetry for a living, when what matters is the expression of both DNA and words into something serendipitous. Although an Australian citizen, Dilantha is domiciled in Sri Lanka, his country of birth.

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