This hospital has a room

for weeping. It has no crèche.
No canteen. No washroom queue.

Only this queue for weeping.
No lost property booth. No

complaints department. Or
reception. No office of second

opinion. Of second chances. Its sons
and daughters die with surprise

in their faces. But mothers
must not cry before them. There is

a room for weeping. How hard
the staff are trying. Sometimes

they use the room themselves. They
must hose it out each evening.

The State is watching. They made
this room for weeping. No remission ―

no quick fixes. A father wonders
if his boy is sleeping. A mother

rakes her soul for healing. Neighbours
in the corridor ― one is screaming

It moved from your child to mine.
More come. Until the linoleum

blurs with tears and the walls
are heaving. Until the place can’t

catch its breath ― sour breath
of pine. And at its heart

this room.

Mario Petrucci, from *Heavy Water: a poem for Chernobyl

There is one time during twilight when meet two lovers
and discreetly, behind sunset's cover, they first
must dance round each other's girth  
under dusky sky then, in russet-style soon couple.    

Sparks fly as Dark embraces Light for at his touch stars
rush to the scene, blue blushes red at confessed
union, hues meld in wild expression
before Dark has to stay and reluctant Day departs.

Grey is then dominant shade as waits setting silence
with bated breath until comes change to wrench
paired bliss again as rays descend
'til morning breaks loose from ******* to night.

When Dark and Light next unite dawn knows well
it will be but moments before their goodbye      
but used to addiction hours will fly
toward  flickering chance as time ties them again.

Oh it is that time of the year again
I have to set the clock's again on my microwave
on my alarm clock
on my wristwatch

  It's that time of year again
  it fills me with dread
  I become reluctant to leave the bed
  even if I try to go to sleep early
  as hard as try to sleep
  I'm forced to count the sheep

  The one clock I can not set
  is the one that is most upset
  My internal clock does not wind
  to automatically set to daylight savings time
  May I make a request, please
  Just don't mess with people's circadian rhythm

dream away
             the day
                  with me
                        my love,
                       take a trip
                          across the
                                  furthest
                  ­                       galaxy.
                                                We can
                                          dream away
                                    the day
                               we see,
                  and forever
              will be
You and me.