Poem: Dates

When will we learn that the tides have turn?

When will the valley reach its peak?

My heart cannot sleep.

It is missing that piece that makes it complete.

The shelfs of the dirt, from the green of the grass.

When will my level turn.

I do not know when to speak.

I miss the sunshine that brought the rain.

I miss so much that I just can never say.

It had to happen that fateful October day.

Now it has become my new May.

I just cannot say why.

I just know I will always remember those dates.