THE LONG AND SHORT
A naked night, void of stars,
opens a canvas of black
where a moon, in the corner of space
It is a black and white night,
a photo with shades and shadows
with cool skin
and eyes like diamonds.
The shape of a voyage pulls at
the thread of me; the black of my indecision.
the white of my dreams.
I quit with questioning, leaving it to itself,
the labors and the pain,
the long and short of a story we all know.