Above us
                                     open spaces.
                                       Limitations
              still.
                                     Voices carry
                                                      so far
                                                      you wonder.
                     Imagination,
                  not always truthful,
                  not always clear.
   Desire for something greater.
          Unchecked expectations,
          how can you know
                   where
                             you are?
      Shadows simply
        shade the past.
What illuminates your future?
Little by little
          infinite increments
          of
               your self,
                                of
              your soul
                              swallowed up in darkness,
                                  awaiting broad daylight.

© 2019 j.g. lewis