Another Vantage Point

I visited the shadow world, preoccupied with shadowed thoughts that smoke across the page, and vanish in the light of reason. That is to say, it is the proper way to deal with thoughts like these, the ones with worrisome exteriors, fuzzing up the mind...to visit, sift them through the lens of the unknown. Is it not pure sacrifice of light that sculpts an evanescent joy? Send the night upon my heart and let the shadows dance their pure, seductive art that streaming day would cloy. Something else occurs beyond the simple blockage of the sun. Something past humanity tears at romance, makes possibility of pathos and of festival; it speaks of rest and restiveness. and sends its waning light on pilgrimage to truth. Shout down the stealth of gods who blaze across the sky upon their firery chariots; their myth is wearisome, their legacies of death are past design. The time is ripe for children's games at twilight when the shadows play, and tease and disappear into their history, yet there in immortality for still another day. ~