Is there a divide between noon and night..
A switch at a blink from illuminated to gulping blackness..
It’s a crest and trough..
One slopes into the other..
And even the light, it frames shadows.. casting into itself..
And darkness is luminous..Stars and moon adoring it..
Aren’t they two brothers, At dusk and dawn one brother embraces the other….
Light fades into its shadows… and the darkness pans into land and breeze..
Even as the moon seeks parting for moments into the clouds
Turning its back on us every fortnight..
Yet the dark in those times is blistered by winking lights..
Which side is wrong and which is right?
Are the two ever apart? Does light ever truly leave the dark and dark, the light?
Can man confirm his bondage to right selfless?..
Ain’t the truth mutable, driven by shades of human desires,
Which right must he choose and which truth must he drape his days with?
Is the light the true right, harmless in intention,
And does it speak all the truth..or only its own ?
And the dark, the brother, shameless, without any truth of its own?