Fiction's Comedy

Tell the day of what you know
Whether orange mornings or the bluest endings show
Meaning in the power of time’s elusive will
You could be there still


And when you know what the day has said
There will be more than rainbows in your head
Whether the master to resolve
Or merely a puppet, with bewilderment dissolve


Divulge your essence to the night
The ups and downs, your strangest plight
Whatever charms you can assume
Now is the chance to see them bloom


But listen to the blackness well
For there is more that voids can tell
Where seemingly is nought to clutch
Emptiness can yield so much


So of this ticking tête-à-tête
Begun in early day, or day so late
It ends in darkness now, alas
That time, of fiction’s comedy, did pass


©2nd July 2010 Hey Hey