The great unknown.

Off into the distance peering,
seeing past and future and then some, 
a gentle fog at twilight's rearing, 
waiting for the morrow's come.

Off into the twilight peering, 
feel where heart and soul connect, 
on the edge of hoping, fearing, 
not knowing what brings morrow next. 

Off into the distance peering,
where the seeds of life are sown
but the growth is hard and weary,
never knowing what is known.

Off into the twilight peering,
to see if past and future shown
wondering, hoping, doubting, fearing,
sight into the great unknown.

05.07.2019 © Daniel L. Raven [Count Daniël Luchies]