Long faded is the delicate orange-and-pink-lined light,
Restored is the inky black shade of refined light.
Endless ebony ceiling stretching above
Marred by stars, pinpricks of confined light.
Below is dormant, thoroughfares empty, windows dark,
Awaiting the hues of the sun’s return, to find light.
Arrival of midnight signals the shift from one day to another;
Clock ticks forward, no going back, trapped by a bind light.
At that moment, there is both day and night and neither.
Labels fall away, and nothing means anything behind light.
Mistakes of yesterday painted over, smoothed out, brushed away.
Lost in the sea of darkness; out of sight, out of mind light.
Released from the cycle of living that spins ad nauseum
Beyond time and responsibility, gives space to unwind light.
But under this darkness, I, Kiran, urge you to stop.
Remember the past and present are both bright, intertwined light.
Reflections 