Stars Of Night Poem by Midifo Yearns

Among stars of night there lingers still
some trace perhaps. Oh no, the darkness
thick and fierce, chokes eyes of old man
peering into night sky, with thin hope, to
recapture, realign, recreate, and refrain
from memories. Forgetfulness not allowed.

Let go and leave haunted house, sad spot
of weakened will and foolish encounter.
Forgetfulness is not on sale, memory still
fresh, sums up entire life in one brief moment
and then lets go of yesterday, even just today.
Her face, like trace of marker pen, so clear.

O dear, it will not fade, and so the shade
makes sunshine lose all warmth. Distant
beauty snuffed, obscured in eyes, clutched
by cataracts and guilty passion, plucked
out by accusing friends and damning foes.
And yet, the beauty still remains. And truth.