So Long Suffering

I sit in the garden or call it a yard

The chair is wood and hard like 

the stars, in the eye of the sky,

the moon hangs low and shines bright. I could be lay on soft clouds the way my mind feels tonight. 

My body is old and the grass is bare, there's somebody home but it feels like nobody's there, as I drift away with the leaves that blow, the wind carries me away with my worries and woe. The dawn is breaking the shadows aglow, my bones were aching a while ago. I feel like a weightless leaf in the air. As I sit quietly content in the hard wooden chair, before daybreak I bid farewell to dispair.