DayBreak

New light, new day, dawn breaks. The sun of a million lives rises, rises, rises, light scattered across rooftops, treetops, like glitter. The cyclical feuding between light and dark begin, sirens scream into the waking world on cue, harmonised with the soft trill of the early bird. Slumbers break with silence. The splash and flush, like breaking glass, washes away memories of the peaceful night. Doors open, close, open, close, create a rhythm to the morning routine. Plates bowls and cutlery clutter the air with sound like bells as the growling pipes bring up the bass line...
Listen.
Music of daybreak.

Sorrow

My eyes frantically search the darkness of the alley but find only shadows. They stretch around me, enclosing me in black, choking me of light. I gasp as the shadowy tentacles claw at my throat, but the sound is alien in the empty alley. Nothing but the cold silence greets my presence. Tears prick the corners of my eyes as I gently brush my fingertips along the rough stone walls, hoping for some guidance towards the cool blue light of the moon, away from the hollow blackness that encircles me. But all I find is a sharp pain as I stumble and collide with the crumbling wall of a dead end. All I wish to do is curl up like a leaf in summer and cry till my body dries out, grieve till my mind goes numb, yet I know I can't give in to the pain.

Why is it always so easy to give up?

Cyclical

Four pairs of footsteps clatter up the spiralled staircase,
Seeds of sound.
Bubbles of laughter and loud conversation seep through the opened windows,
Sprouting happiness.
A halo of light surrounds the pleasant room,
Joy growing.
Occasional clouds of anger encircle the bright spot,
Blossoming hatred.
A soft breeze of cool, fresh air calms the frustrated atmosphere,
Seeding ease.
Four pairs of footsteps descend the spirraled staircase, ready to return,
A cycle so often taking place that it is unseen to most eyes.