Midnight to Morning

Down this path
The victim loses their way
in a different light.
They stand at the crossroads
contemplate entering the looking glass
The darkness could swallow them whole
like a lone rock in an obsidian sea
A casualty of circumstance.

It's midnight in a strange land
Transparent and new
Yet tangible.
They take a different path
Who knows where it could go
Break them down or make them whole
Just pieces of a jigsaw puzzle
Waiting to be moved.

They read the signs
That illuminate the way
strange buoys telling them
The time has come to turn the clock
And the dawn steals away
the shadows of the night
When the blue hour
kills uncertainty.

Open-eyed and nameless
The foreigner seeks the road back
in the early light.
Hopeful in the virgin day
They find answers in the dawning fog
An apparition in the mist
There one minute, gone the next
The unseen signs keep the interloper free.

A/N: This was inspired when I heard someone say something to the effect of "the future is the only thing that keeps us free." It's an interesting thing to think about. This poem is basically about the different paths you choose in life and those proverbial "forks in the road." Considering it's the new year, I thought it was appropriate!

Anyway, Happy New Year! Here's hoping that 2010 won't suck as much as 2009! (I mean seriously, Michael Jackson, Brittany Murphy, AND Billy Mays dying in the same year? That's just too much, man!)