A Three Part Tiding

The longest night is anticipation
when the morning light can’t come too fast
and the darkness seems to drag forever
everyone else slumbers
sleep and you’ll miss it

The sweetest taste have the fruits of passion
they gild the tongue with a lingering warmth
and you feast upon them long and hearty
but devour them wisely
that fruit will not keep

The longest day is disappointment
when you can’t wait for the pain to pass
they wonder how you were fooled so plainly
when they think that you jumped
but really you fell…