Painting Darkly

hallways of harmony
bridge all gaps, including
those just discovered by
the illuminating crash of
daybreak on the horizon;
beads of tentative sweat
stroll down the chest
as if morning pinks were
once again optional;
and, mental storms were
no  longer within reach
when one awakens from a
deep superficial sleep;
we drift and gravitate
towards the unconditional,
trying to discern the depth
of life as we know it to be,
yet, resolving nothing in our
vague request at abstractions,
while painting the obvious
in between spaces with the
dark or someone/'s doubt.

28Jun16