Cody Marby

I hope to blink as slowly as the moon
so darker sides of me remain unseen,
lost in the night yet faint beside high noon,
forever blinded by the space between.
The past still haunts these sunlit eyes at will
eclipsing, now and then, my brighter days
with noble dreams brought forth yet unfulfilled
like shadows out of sync with every phase.
Must exigency wax while strength still wanes
and my sheer sense of self stays torn apart?
I fear that even time feels timeless pain
and mindful progress orbits near the start.
     A day is but a day, each one in turn
     illuminates a face I've yet to learn.