Troubled Thoughts In the Night
by Michael Doyle

Life knows its best
Spoken like a new language
It's written in secret alphabet
You can feel its rising heat
Somewhere in that middle passage
Without words it reveals its secret

A divine messenger sings
On the wind like a ghost song
Where it hangs misunderstood
With icy claws death stings
Hopeless as notes that do not belong
Yet sustained in hope that it could

Bring power into the lonely night
Starless, stainless immaculate notions
The sky turned red as if it is burning
Pierced with thoughts that are not right
Shrouding life's feast in a tatter of emotions
Troubling even Solomon's wisdom in their discerning

The doctors bring whispers of death
And treat it as if with great patience
This too shall come to its passing
Two months waiting with held breath
Puzzling over the protocols in sequence
There's no need in borrowing troubles massing

(c) June 7, 2022 Michael Doyle
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