Transitions

Silhouetted dawn, the boundaries blurring

Separation into liminal

Night and day contrive while skylines warring

Threshold held before peak critical

 

War of worlds, deprived from ever meeting

Till, pressured light, through darkness, pivotal

Accorded prominence, afforded being

Daily battle reaches pinnacle

 

Bricks and mortar, ‘neath, sleep undiscerning

Fragile humans held subliminal

Awakening to the miracle of morning

Unseen conflict, disturbance minimal

 

But, arise before encounter is commencing

Witness struggle rarely visible

Master of the night holds firm till light, absolving

Reaffirms all life’s transitional

 

Foot-weary soldiers, rest, for day is dawning

Though battles rage, by turns, they’re integral

Nothing’s lost while we are still proclaiming

The yoke of darkness never shall prevail