Uncertain Morning

There is light yet coming.
Just beyond that building
I can see it spread.
It is the dawn
of new morning
sashaying boldly
through a retreating
night.

Walk alone
towards it.
These things give comfort
and room to think
in that exquisite place
where the two meet
and one can forget
feelings forged
only moments before,
weigh them dispassionately
on the tip of the scale,
the dividing line
of an uncertain morning.