beckon

A rough tomorrow

beckons from this idle dawn
forged from counting abandoned nights. 
                                                                 
Awaken from dark dreams
stalk still, sullied in smooth dim light
searching cold streets for yesterday's will.

Fear not faith, nor compassion
promise only days with soft indifference
wallow blindly into what accidents could become.

Go on
just go on
trust in maybe.

-dp-
1-25-15