Middle Ground

Oh, to live on line between the dark and the light

to exist in the greyed yellows of summer sun kissed dusks

and the blue purples of frost covered dawns.

To simply be when the light leaves and arrives

without the bright colors of sunset and sunrise

to sully the calm. 

Sometimes, a muffled sigh is all you need

instead of the constant scream of blinding white

and seductive whisper of endless black.

The kindness of quiet, the softness of grey

can be comfort when all life has done

has taken a harsh toll.

The middle ground is sometimes unforgiving

in it’s apathetic silence and dreamless sleep.

Most don’t stay for long, pulled out

by glowing ambition and growling nightmares.

But it is always there, hanging in the balance

undisturbed by the world.

#poetry and prose