Equinox

day light

day break

sunrise

sunset

day and night

in equal measure

darkness weighs me down

heavy in my mind

grace abounds

another mystery to find

satellites

and distant constellations

rise again

a sleeping nation

my dim fascination

disintegration

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

This seems to be a poem opposites. Day night sun rise sun set. Each with an equal part to play. Until disintegration

Just my thoughts on this poem

[John the Baptist]

The last word in this one seems out of place. The preceding lines, with one exception, seem to reflect, if not elation, at least satisfaction. Then that last word, disintegration. Not getting it.