The Edge Of Night
Picture, if you will, two orbs of light
superimposed on ebony space.
Both lie at the darkest edge of night,
where dreams and reality embrace.
Sharing shades of a violet hue,
they adorn the night's starry array.
And as more colors come into view,
they seamlessly brush darkness away.
Similarly, they flaunt paradise,
offering a choice of left or right.
Presenting Eden, not once but twice,
dual sanctuaries shining bright.
Yet, just one shows signs people live there;
human beings imbued with a soul.
It is hard to see past what they share,
but the wrong choice will levy a toll.
Both worlds are equally lush and green,
yet only one hints at human lives.
On the left, a garden can be seen,
while on the right, only nature thrives.
Like two mirrors surrounded by black;
decide before you step through that glass.
For, unlike Alice, there's no way back;
from where souls exist, or souls trespass.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2024
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