Crimson
Allison Walters Luther

Every night on the brink of sleep
In the room at the end of the world
Split between darkness and
irregular flutters of the crimson light
outside the window
Erotic in its cadence

Whispering prayers to the shadows
Really believing
Tomorrow will be different
Things will change
And be different
So, with heart and head in agreement
Plans are made

When dawn comes
The crimson fades to a blurred line
On the precipice
With yesterday behind
Unknown in front
And a set of choices
More overwhelming than not

Stagnation and status quo
Are easy
Anything else is hard
And so tomorrow becomes yesterday
Over and over again
Nothing changing
But the crimson light keeps
Shining in the night