When it is gone

When it is over
where shall we be:
among friends,
enemies, those who
lost and found their way?

When it is done, and the
last signs have faded to
oblivion, what shall we
remember of this time
that changed the world
and maybe didn’t
change it at all?

I shall remember, and
hold it fast as a reminder
that evil has not been
conquered by good and
the muddled vision of grey
cannot sway my conviction
that dark and light remain.