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

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