When it comes,
the night don’t know no difference:
right and wrong
and that thin line in between.
In the dark,
you just watch for the lightning.
All the rest?
Doesn’t matter what you mean.
Simple truths
in the shadows become complicated:
black and white
both appear as shades of gray.
Choosing sides
beyond sight of the border,
where you find
it don’t matter anyway.
When it comes,
the night don’t know no difference:
You and me
and the darkness closing in.
In the end,
it becomes uncomplicated:
birth and death
and the sacred space within.
04 DEC 2015
