The Longest Night

The darkest of mornings, Light creeping slowly, very slowly, Round the edges of my world, As the day begins. All day a half light struggles to make an impact But loses the battle And dusk takes over far too soon, And this shortest of days Descends into darkness. This day has been a study in greys and black, Skies dark, moods black, thoughts gloomy How much longer? And then in the evening, A careful judgement of when to draw the curtains And lower the blinds A longing to shut out the dark But a reluctance to admit the light has finally gone. And so I turn to those pretenders, Low lights and candlelight Which mimic the sun And bring some comfort and relief. I am glad I know the light will come back, That the light will always comes back, Imperceptibly, longed for and waited for, And so I close the curtains later every day And hope - no I believe.