You know those daily crests in awakening,
Reaching across both shores of our drowse,
What clues hair to grey bids eyes to open,
Yes, names and forms still in a single daub,
Duties and passions, indistinct notes to ear,
You pull the mattresses again to your face,
Painting another dark coat to fading night.
It has ever been seasons of mist and cloud,
Saw myself as you do, through dewy glass,
Taught myself life on edge, like rain clouds,
Felt my map groping across dim territory,
Learning that more unknowns lurk in light,
Alas, day will return soon like a jilted lover,
Back to codified moves of Black and White.
(2012)