Do All Faded Eons Subsist? Poem by Raymond Anyanwu

Do all faded eons subsist again?
Do episodes past prior to seeing their radiance?
Has the star glistening on top of the pitch-black field
Hurried onto another nighttime?
Luminosity crafts a binary world of silhouette.
Every notion and word carries with, a hushed shadow
And its oblivion anticipates
All belief and disbelief are consumed up
In hours of darkness.
Most of us hanker after the aptitude of radiance.
Perception of what one sees, one sees in futility.
For profound night is a blessing on the field.
In time one locates the way athwart that field.
But by dawn it is gone.
Seven days did sango cast its shadow
stretched and shady across the night’s door.
The cold’s let in, the Being without light,
Besides all affection and hilarity be in vain.
No belief but dies that we may live again.