Doubt by James Rogers

Daylight dwindles,
snuffed by the immortal
silence of the desert.
I want to peer through
the curtain that hides the future,
find the secret doorway
to the place of power
where time flows
without clocks or calendar,
without grudge.
Against aching blue firmament
I spy you clearly.
Evanescent moon,
come to illuminate
my midnight.
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