Rivalry of Lights
- ryanjgregg
- May 7
- 1 min read
Dark December fields
recede in perfect stillness
out to an endless horizon string
that collapses into elegant wings
uplifting the chromatic, undamned
energies called "dawn."
A west-hung moon looks on all this magic
in mingled suspicion and envy, still powdering
grayscales of yesterday's enchanted slumber,
some great weariness dragging the oceans.
Wrenched by the vectors
in this celestial rivalry of lights
dividing day from night and governing
the world on opposing ideas of right,
I stand between and see my life
in both. Regretfully, recursively in both.
