Ambiguity Of Midnight Poem by Barry Middleton

it is the cusp of midnight
and some will ask
should I go on
or stay here in the past
it's really not
a choice for me
for night conceals a mystery
that I yet strain my eyes to see
the stars are old as time
mute though they are
they hold the key
to plans of blind infinity
today and tomorrow
teeter on the brink
as today must pass away
with tomorrow not yet born
and which do I prefer
no ambiguity
I crave each passing hour
the clock may steal from me
the dawn is coming soon
the heat of clear blue noon
the somber afternoon
the sunset then the moon
yes I embrace the hours
each moment of my life
no ambiguity
one life was granted me