Surviving Night Being Morning

Why is there always doubt...

The freezing air holds none

When it assumes the heat

From the skin’s touch

The cold river consumes the air

When depth embraces breath’s finality

Asking, was there any overwhelming misgiving

The long road neither leads nor follows anywhere

It simply is there  - without incertitude

So explain - why does it ever end

The gun sight view marks it victim

And, if no hesitancy – there lies a cross

Stained with a commitment to kill

The eyes become blank

As the mind evanishes unto a darkness

That holds infinite certainty

Oh Morning, blue earth!

Have you no promise or doubt

To offer before the night takes commitment

Why is there always doubt...