I never reach the horizon.

I never reach the horizon.

It inches forward

Arches away

One step beyond.

As much a mystery

As the rainbow

Shadows keep to the corners

Afraid of exposure.

In darkness, everything is a shade

Of grey

There is depth

In the deepening

Of gloom

The Moon

Trails silver threads across the ocean.

The mystery of people

Remains opaque

Melting one into the other

City folk

With transparent faces

Lit by a candle

Bend over a child’s bed

Crooning a lullaby

To help them sleep

As colour drains away.

We are all washed out

Colours bleed

For the want of the sun

Daylight is underappreciated

Until it fails

To arrive.

Midwives slap fat babies into life

The jailer

Turns the key

As the hangman fits the noose

There is always a witness

Tears in the eye

Of the beholder.

The crime of humanity

Is in the passing

Of responsibility

As easily as sipping

From a different cup.

Darkness is an absence

Of light

Give me the makings

I can raise a spark

Strike a flame

Bring some colour back

Into your cheeks

Until the roses burn.