Peacefully does night struggle with day
Arnold Ebel
Peacefully does night
struggle with the day:
how to muffle it,
how to dissolve it.
That which depressed me,
are you already asleep, o Pain?
That which made me happy,
say, what was it, my heart?
Joy, like anguish,
I feel has melted away,
but they have gently
invoked slumber instead.
And as I float away,
ever skyward,
it occurs to me that life
is just like a lullaby.