Darkness of Time#
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.