Ultraviolet

The sun shines in perfect darkness, twirling relentlessly ... as do a trillion trillion other stars, daubed on the blackest black. Still, life itself seeds and burgeons in the warmth of its precious light, its particles, the core of an exquisite balance that brings each heart to thrum, that breaches hard soil in spring, sings the haunting silence of the wilderness, and bats lashes like butterflies in the wee hours of the dawning. Some say, a laugh is just a laugh is just a laugh, thus ... and on, yet, like Great Sol it can plunge any void, dive the deepest sorrows, wound the twilight, mortal, and pierce the trembling rib of nightmares. The shimmering joy it dances upon, is the true essence of ALL ... nothing else so fills a heart or wakens a soul from mourning, as crucial as breath and sustenance and affection. Yes, a laugh is a simple thing, a seemingly trivial and mundane expression, but it is an arrow sent forth from the bow of joyous reality, a dart of delight, with the capacity to rend the thickest of shadowy veils. Yet, like the sun again, it is dependent upon its alter-ego - It is the shadows and dark realms and agonies and regrets that make joy so exceptionally precious, and so amazingly sweet ... you can NOT find one without the other, that is unmitigated, absolute. Feel your pain - your sorrow, embrace the darkness with all you are, but do so in the mind that until you HAVE, you won't know true JOY ... or how splendid, cathartic and giggly wonderful ... it can be. ~ 3rd Place ~ in the "The Smile At The Foot Of The Ladder" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Judge & Sponsor.