Absolution

Outstanding the lore of the wild calls
  sitting and waiting for the break of dawn.
 Taking on thoughts, excuses and all.

 Twisted as black as this night
  resisting the notion of wrong or right
 stare-ing into the lonesome no more

 Quietly the light blossoms, softly as
 fall, sweeping the morning sky and
 no excuses,  no , none at all

08/27/2010