` <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />There are days <br />that songs are stifled <br />or the throat hoarse and weary <br />No more do notes glide softly - <br />raking leaves strewn across <br />the littered lawn <br />their butterfly wings <br />hung up in the wait <br />for another sunny day. <br /> <br />There are nights <br />that stars squander <br />their luminescence <br />on unappreciative lovers <br />roaming listlessly by <br />a moonlit shore <br />their brilliant points <br />curl up in the hope <br />of another cloudless night. <br /> <br />There are mornings <br />that sizzle on the stove <br />that sparkle sweet tangy-ness <br />hands clasping across the table <br />reliving life's love-filled moments <br />the warmth of the kitchen <br />reflects fervent esteem <br />done up in various colours <br />for each new morning. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />`<br /><br />Frederick Kesner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-are-2/
