night limits

night limits what we see till when we wake
the simplest clarity may lead astray
too many good things left here to forsake

the river feeds into a silent lake
birds gather by the margin of a bay
night limits what we see till when we wake

all knowledge is compounded by mistake
another world hides within the clay
too many good things left here to forsake

upon the shore a single wave will break
until that time you may yet have your say
night limits what we see till when we wake

ours to reform what you will have to make
there are some stories better told by day
too many good things left here to forsake

not in the time allotted would each ache
even if we allowed it go away
night limits what we see till when we wake
too many good things left here to forsake

(C)2008, Fragano Ledgister