Image by Benjamin Thomas from Pixabay
Who colors the nighttime skies?
Who hangs the morning’s dawn?
Somewhere between Heaven and Hell
Lies the cold reality of life.
A moment of chance sits in the balance.
A second holds forever
And forever is never long enough.
Minutes turn to days as each hour passes away.
Time, a friend and an enemy,
ticks carelessly away.
A movement on the watch encompasses so much.
Who colors the nighttime skies?
Who hangs the morning’s dawn?