The Brightest of Days

by John Herzog

We've seen brighter days,
days when laughter filled the skies
after which we'd lie back
and play with the grass between our fingers
and stare at the contrails of airplanes
dividing the deep blue seas above us,
and we'd wonder where the passengers were flying
'cause we were where we needed to be

But the sun has long since set on that time
and now we're up to our necks
in ways to erase the morning ahead

Maybe because we forgot
to turn the lights on
inside ourselves

Maybe because it's been easier
to let ourselves linger and languish
at the edge of nothing
than to fight for tomorrow

And maybe we forgot that
we are the lights to each other
and to whom we are

With the shadows
concealing our reflections,
we forgot our faces
we forgot our identities

So take my hand;
we're going to get out of this

Meet me at the airport
'cause it's time to fly
But first pack your luggage,
pack it with the walls we built
to block out the sunshine,
pack your suitcases with the baggage
of all the lies we've been telling ourselves
this entire time

And we're going to leave them at the terminal.

We're soaring into tomorrow
with only our dreams
so take a deep breath and open your eyes
We'll die of nothing but old age,
long after living a life unbound
and seeing the brightest of days


Author's Note: Life. It's always too late and always too early to give up.

Posted on 06/14/2010
Copyright © 2021 John Herzog

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jason Moskalyk on 06/14/10 at 04:08 PM

Hi John! First off, some great concepts voiced in this one: courage, compassion, hope. I like the airport metaphor too! Very applicable to the hustle of everyday life. Thanks for sharing.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/18/18 at 01:07 PM

I love this meander through life and the deep reflection on inner light and darkness as well, what a challenge it is to live with both and to still be able to look forward to tomorrow and tonight's dreams. This piece points to the variety of human experiences even in the different line lengths. This beautiful poem speaks the gentleness and openness of its author. Thanks John.

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