The Mourning

The moon seems so close,
and the stars are on there post,
and most vitally, you're next me.

The birds are chirping,
the night owls are working,
and still, I'm happy as can be.

The kids are dreaming,
the janitors are cleaning,
the cycle of life is in effect.

The babies are crying,
the planes are flying,
the families are in contact.

The college kids are drinking,
Titanic ships are sinking,
the parents are mourning.

The sun is coming out,
we're one day into a drought,
I hold back tears as I aproach another morning.