Thursday, 16 November 2006
A Day Goes By
Eyes open to a misty white,
a covered blanket of cloudy doubt,
trickling rays find little entryways,
and appear in fragmented little pockets,
and the day begins.
The chilled morning dewy air,
greets the first steps of the day,
the path reaches out and welcomes,
then presents the aching twists,
as the day begins.
Lost sunshine, meandering lanes,
between the concrete towering structures,
darkness looms through an empowering fog,
with nebulous gashes of illusioned light,
and the day goes on.
In some remote corner, the sun descends,
dusk arrives, more darkness comes,
the claws of Night, clutch and clog,
the iota of light that found its way,
seeping through, as the day went on.
Shadows creep over the barren streets,
sleuthing corners of protected secrets,
find the darkened glow of nightly doom,
and triumph over the dimming light,
as the day reaches its ultimate end.