All we want to see is what lies ahead.
The silence of the receding twilight
Knocking on our doors…
Yellow flame of the candle, the flickering images
Someone is fuelling them
Hinge on collapse and burst through.
Step into the realm of the universe
Think of evolving solar bodies signaling changes
An arbitrary event cajoled by directions not known.
Conflict seen through the lenses of acerbic and curative
Denied the bagful of gains, the molten anger seeps in
Slice back towards the precipitous edges of life…
The countryside casts a magical spell
Cluster of muted trees, the alluring sunset
Languid water expressing the concern of the low light…
Darkening and receding, in the spreading mist
Look between the borders of trees, a perpetual view
Ripple on the lonely soul.
Being wide awake and singular again…
The question remains
Can we really step forward? Can we see further?