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Saturday, February 13, 2016

when night falls truth comes too near



   now i am as sad as when i had been a very young man,
   though now this sadness is thicker and heavier by too much
   experience of loss. 
   it is not without a way out, maybe.

   but yes, i am in a deep well, and i cannot say that i should welcome
   a visitor. in my drowning and fear i may grab her and pull her down
   and under. she would have to hold me ever so lightly and
   show me that she is prepared to stay with me
   quietly until i find the courage to climb out by myself.

   yes, i had a dream, i waded out in flat warm water, a lonely beach,
   and far out with fishes around my legs i shot my head off. 

   but no, i am not yet there.
   still, i can wait, rest, recover, then climb.
   or jump, up.

   with the night truth arrived in all its cruel clearness, with its salty taste of tears
   and blinding bitterness.
   it came with its own beauty, blackness falling softly like snowflakes,
   and now i will have to wait for the morning, my
   morning, when i can shine my lost light through the clouds.
   
   


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