Landscaped privacy 
behind gates of Gramercy
the sun dials in —

“I count only sunny hours”
the solar timepiece reassures
so I, I imagine, can indulge the blurs
and spurs of night’s knowing, 
of darkness’s doubting 
the murmurs of sorrow’s solace emerging
and purging the suffering
from gratitude’s corps —
the soft and tender eye discerns more
of the differences between destinies,
of the exemption between extremes,
of the grace in the gray space.

Sundrawn shadows cast
time’s charge ~ illuminated, 
life limned in contrast.