Between days, the mad blood stirs
Scathing judge and jury of time’s dogged march
Cruel sentinel leading to death’s far shore
Drifting with the incoming tide of disillusionment
And found wanting
Between days, a plaintive whistle sounds
Marking hopes and dreams to come
Shadowed in fortune’s doorway
Married to the widow of a sigh
In whatever form she takes
Between days, the continuum pauses
To consider me.
Sam
Sam's Online Journal 
what inspired you to write this and could you share the story behind the image?
I was feeling so small in such a big world. And the photo feels the same way to me, the juxtaposition of the storm clouds, the calm land, and the rippling sea.
very colorful
Thank you.