dark and light near all along.
let’s listen to our shadow
for it tells us where we’ve been
or where we will be.
the midnight call
dark hours accuse, misuse, abuse, confuse. The hope of living rises with the sun.
Sonnet XIII – “Alexa, Dim the Lights”
When given option One or Two – try Three.
Sonnet XII – the dying of the light
Perhaps it’s in the dimming gloam we’re best.