Frank Prem

crossroads to new day

 

 

this one runs

straight

to the far off Never

 

dim your light

close your eyes

so they can adjust

then look

you can see that its colour

is ebony black

 

that one there

is blocked and caved

and broken

 

I can’t say

what trouble might lie

beyond

 

behind us

you know there’s nothing

for long miles

nothing

but night-time

 

that’s where we live

 

where we have always

lived

 

the fourth way runs down

I think it could go

straight to hell

 

no one

has returned

from that road

ever

 

so take the straight way

ahead

to that black horizon

 

if you go far enough

and if you last

so long

 

if you do not mistake

the darkness

for your death

 

there’s a place I’ve heard

when the whispers

carry long

in the tunnels

 

a place

where the black

does not reach out

to kiss everything

 

what I heard

once or twice

is that they call that place

New Day

 

~

Comments3

  • Goldfinch60

    Good write, the 'New Day' is always filled with light.

    • Frank Prem

      It is indeed, GF. Thank you.

    • Michael Edwards

      Thankfully every day is a new day is a new day and I welcome them all - super write Frank

      • Frank Prem

        Thanks Michael. Every new one is a good one.

      • Louis Gibbs

        "New day"... there is always the hope it brings, isn't there. Thanks for gifting us with this fine poem, Frank!

        • Frank Prem

          You're very welcome, Louis. Cheers.



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