The Dawn And Dusk Of A Page Poem by Denis Mair

Words remain aloof as they seek readers,

Staining blankness with their message

As if treading it underfoot during a journey,

Leaving secrets behind to go onward.

Writing follows pathways through thickets

To reach the darkness of writing on writing;

Then it is high time to write in letters of dawn,

Even on a page festooned with the night's guts.

A large human being goes through a mood cycle,

Which results in a dialogue of black and white,

We who act on a modest scale push it forward,

By confiding the secrets of our days and nights.