Authored: January 6, 2017

Sliding around the periphery of yesterday,
The crescent exposed itself within a plethora of colours
Tomorrow perchance shall the sun rise again.
Or be cast behind cloud
As the raindrops drip across the surface.

Theories of the unexplainable quantify
There can be no shadows without light
And no light without darkness
Falling into the sun
Which shun without shunning yonder.

Entering the channels of the present
The wind is like a breath, a chasm between mosaics
Dusk becomes dawn
The sun shall rise again
Under a cloudless sky.