You and I see
shadows fall upon our destined days.
Eventide takes all,
as sun-glow journeys on.
Then, later still, pale after-light
haunts sky and creeps across its vast
unquiet heart.
Past barren night, appears another glow.
First barely seen,
bright sunrise steals
then kills
the desert’s darkened cold.
So, the cycle courses on
And carries us along.
We only rend its grip
when our own sure sunsets
sever all.
I ask
about a child.
Yes, even this one slept in womb’s wet blackness
before he dared rush out
to bask and dance in day.
Light and dark together dwell
within this deep-drilled well we call
our world.
Each soul must meld the two as one
before sight dawns with eyes
made fully wide.
In some past time before,
I once explored
a dusty, cob-webbed attic room.
Holding a candle
high, I saw the place
anew, allowing restless
shdows to show my way.
All
remains unseen
without the dark.
On some appointed date unknown,
sun and moon will die as one,
with all of earth aflame.
The child,
then grown, shall
dance anew.
More must await us after.
What shall illuminate our pathway
during that endless, rushing no-time
of stifled stars?
Lightened or no,
we’ll wrest a way
to live on and
dance through endless space.
Then, I say let’s wander
far
beyond these bounded desert
sunset days.
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