Stillness and Serenity

Still, there’s a sadness in the stillness of the night.
Trapped there in the blackness under wraps,
inspect the perimeter and watch out for the traps.
Lonely is the night, in the solitude you delight,

love to be left alone. There’s a desperate fight
nightly raging before they ever drew up the maps,
even before the west as we know it collapsed.
Still, we tried as we could, but it was all in spite.

Still we still tried, tried with all of our power.
All of our struggle and all of our strife
never amounted to anything more than band aid.
Dejected, defected against the ivory tower.

So, as the Beatles’ sung, “Run for your life.”
“Everybody has something to hide it’s a charade.”
reads the headline outside the arcade.
Every little creature dims down the bulb,
neatly planted in rows and creased at the fold.
Individually packaged and then underlined in bold,

The time for action is now, let me show you how.
You only have to listen and give me your vow.

Hour eighteen, 2 am
Stillness and Serenity
(form Acrostic/ Caudated Sonnet)
Charlie the Mayfly.

v.j.calone