Where am I looking?
Present, future, Sun or Moon?
Telling my story.
Somewhere, sometime on this planet,
Through mist and the midnight blue sun
At the end of one chapter, effulgent,
Lighting day will return that someone.
Crepuscular shadows are lurching,
Lulled by his adventurous gaze,
In retrospection no longer indulging,
She will greet tomorrow’s embrace.
She moves steadily, clad in new mettle
And engulfed in the splendour of life,
He is there, and together they’re walking
Past delirium and purposeless strife.