Transitory Illusionary Pardon

night, then day

of sadness, then gray

skies of pardon, then might

or maybe, whatever is right

from wrong and something in-between

the counting clocks and ticking time

after time after time

passes by

passing by

passed by

night, then day

light after the darkness

falling, hoping, wandering, wonder

wish,

waste not this moment, nor the next

awash, awake, alive, anew

yet – not quite new.

adrift on an ocean

set apart from the tide

yielding to no one

on bended knee for the remaining

on bent knee for all

at rest and at peace and at large

universally wanted

universally patient

patently false

or true?

night, then day

darkness, then light

stay within

within/without.