Fairbanks, April 27th 2018

To those delicate hours

Between the warm dusk and chilled dawn

Containing time untouched

By my hands, by my eyes

Filled with mystery outside

Of my subconscious activities

What it would be to embrace such hours…

But to acquaint myself into their silence

Would be to sacrifice another time in return

Ought I offer the morning sunshine,

Let it rise behind my closed eyes?

Or perhaps the middle day,

Where I can stage it longingly in the sky?

What of the evening,

The gentle moments of the dwindling night?

And why must our world work this way?

Where to reach the unknown we must give-

Greatly, even- before we take.

So here’s to another day in the sun, and to

Those ambiguous, inevitable hours

…to the existence of which I am aware of…

And the loss I must experience to know.

 

 

 

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