The Dark

Beyond the distant saddened sight, inside this lonely broken place, I see the light that slowly fades, the flame that burns like love's gaze into this empty soundless space, the void of mind and thought and name, where all has gone and naught remains but, as time dreams past in impassioned reverie will the darkness possess my night and end my sleep in incarnadine terror. Can the warm flame illuminate the shadows that purloin my silent illusions, or is the light but a trick of the eye hiding the raven that waits to take flight. and, does the flame feel the darkness, does it sense the cold. Can it imagine its own loneliness. Will the cold's embrace in icy indifference sooth the pain with veiled deception. When its warmth begins to diminish will the dark caress its waning glow, or, is it yearning that drives the emptiness. Is it drawn to the flame sharing its light in warmth and comfort, to feel for the briefest of moments, desired, wanted, needed, beyond the ceaseless unseen tears that fall from its ebon unseeing eyes, then, flicker flame for soon you will leave, but memories of you shall linger on like morsels, so sweet, of pastel dawn and end of day shall come again with fear of pending evening's gloom. Fear not as shade engulfs the flame for I may search for love too, so, embrace me, for I am the dark. 12/11/2019