Darkness of Time
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.. post:: October 15, 2023 
   :author: Xijang
   :location: London, England
   :category: Blog
   :language: English
   :tags: blog, poetry
  
| This is test, only a test.  
| Not of the emergency broadcast system, 
| but a test. A test of will?
| No, a test of time.
| GMT to be precise.
| The line that cuts across the park.

| Up and over the hill dividing, prescribing
| the prescient passageway to the universe she said.
| For all space, a spectacular open door
| to our world, through the center of time
| for mariners, navigators, travelers 
| and life itself.

| The fresh green grass, cut short
| and perfectly manicured, manipulated,  
| radiating a hue of emerald, fit for queens.
| Emanating the fragrance of the earth.
| Dark, damp, and light at the same time.
| Disposition between air and earth.

| The open green--kids, kites, kind souls, 
| side-by-side with LoML, enjoying the silver sun,
| radiating, light of the last hours of day
| until the chill moves in and souls disperse.
| Ominous, foreboding of night fall and the season
| when days shorten and fall becomes night.

| On the horizon, low, gray, shades of dark 
| but high, billowing bright, with rays of light piecing the sky. 
| Scintillating blue, pink and the streaks of rain below
| smudging the horizon in the distance.
| Shadows long, signaling to even the naive,
| the season is short, it is time to leave.