The Pale Horizon beyond the Darkness
Is it best to live our lives within the safety of the light,
or foolishly and playfully burn a torch against the night?
Should we listen to the solemn silence and respect its sensibilities,
or best to shout and cry and laugh and sing and do much as we please?
Is it white or black or is it colour, texture, and flare?
Do we keep it clean and tidy, combed; side parted? Do we really care?
If upon a midnight bridge a stranger smiles at us and stares,
Do we follow him with heart racing or cry out to others, “Beware!”
What waits for us as we drift by afloat waiting for a breeze to take our sail?
What watches patiently as such time as we roll to show a chink in our mail?
Do we pay for others services with treasures hard found on the battle field,
Or cherish those around us so that one day they may give us what we need?
Is it honesty and loyalty or cleverness and tricks?
Does laziness prolong your years but on the sand fall quick?
Do we stand with those around in such dark times as we might,
Or hibernate away the hours until the coming of the dawn’s pale light?
And is it right I spent such time debating what is good and great,
Or should get on with living it before it is too late?