Tuesday, June 2, 2009

January 5PM: Central Time

January 5 PM: Central Time

Between the worlds
of daylight and dusk
there is a sudden stop
a dot of time
when Hope
tenderly tending the fluid silver light
pulls herself up short
to ask:

Is it too late?
Am I dying with the fading sun?

The question shivers my soul.

Brilliant disk drops
pearly yellow
behind the darkening shadows of woods.

My fearful heart reaches toward the horizon
declares itself in a leap of Faith
surrenders to the clarity of winter night
and moonrise.

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