Darkness begins
when the appreciation of love
falls away
it settles upon us
becomes a comfort
a knitted shadow
a perfect fit
We never truly believe
never quite fully
in the life of love
for to do so would negate
the existence of life
and there is the darkness
whispering
its secrets
***
As night smolders on
it inhabits the feelings
to bring about
a taste of
passion
***
‘pon a misty morn
I woke to see
nought but shadows
of a life to be
brewing here within
caught is a storm
a tempest of
love’s blossoming form
‘pon this heart of man
it grows so strong
a darknening
fear of sunset’s song
for shadows rising
and love’s form thine
I can do nought
but break your heart, mine
as moonlight brightens my path
it strengthens the moment
causing a little sensation
to become
something other
as soon as those clouds
as soon as it is gone
the moon, in hiding
releases its halo
I take a step
which causes a little sensation
in the darkness
for here I am
becoming something other.
***
We need the darkness
for without our shadows
we are but fragile ghosts
of what we can be
***
A swarm of sunlight
from a crack in the fluid grey
strikes the surface
One after the other
each particle of light
stings my eyes
Looking up I see trees bending
as the clouds rush on by
temporarily closing the door
My eyes hold the ghosts
and as the wind whistles its darting song
the swarm returns to burn through
Distance and time
reveals itself in the smallest of moments
when we feel the heat
Maybe the darkness
intensifies the desire
of and for the buzz
The sun rises upon us all
but in reality
we drift towards the light
in anticipation, fear
of the coming night.
And so it began
in that moment of birth
when the darkness
let us go.
