Gone As- Poem by Bryan Riley

Before we were sunset,
what were we then?
Do the shadows really
exist before the dawn?
Before we were demons,
did we have a host of
angels to light our paths?
Either hell's a prison or
a fool's paradise

Another midnight
come and gone-
So farewell blue sky;
another lover is
calling me home

Fix'd upon a golden circle
The light burns the darkness
from his sleep. In the final
blackness before the dawn,
when icy fingers of fear wrap
a slipknot around the heart,
clinging to the sorrow;
grasping at the tattered
shreds of a fading dream;

Hastening toward one
or the other when
either would do
just as well.