Perspective, is
the thing that gives
our present sense.

Often a friend,
more so an ally,
when the days shine
dark and the nights
start at noon.

The good thing,
the happening
of enormous, miraculous
wonderful change –
borne of relativity.
A friend /as perspective
but different
in form and
effect.

The good thing
will appear
crystal clear,
shine so undeniably bright
that dark does
indeed go darker…
– and the
present
looms taller.

Future,
the eternal romance,
waves her arm and
calls and
makes you strive
on your
old humane desperate
drive.

The veil is gone:
life
is on the line.