Darkness & Light

 

My heart weakens like the knees of a sailor battling a stormy sea.
These feelings inside of me are shivering cold things under the weight of broken wings.
My spirit longs to belong, to be the song that is heard above the pounding rain,
No longer just the refrain, the pause, the rest, the emptied soul,
The clamoring quarter notes that never feel whole.

What is a star without darkness?
Duality is the beauty,
But when the candle’s flame makes the darkness feel shame,
What good is that?
What comes from that?

And I think, I think, I blink and think, constant thoughts that make me shrink,
A storyboard in my mind of centuries lived half-blind,
The stain of fame fought for and bought by haggard glory,
The vain thoughts of those who see in a mirror only what they feign.

But to be seen for whom I really am, not a comparison,
I don’t have to pretend, just be my friend,
Yes, everyone longs for the good friend…

But I tell God too often, please refrain from loving me,
I do not deserve your mercy.
In my bleakest hours I speak to Him and say,
Place your hands on the darkest part of me and mark the stark nakedness of my pride,
That wounded beast I keep inside.
Tell her she is cared for,
Dare her to be more, to love herself to the core,
If only she could,
She doesn’t have to be innocent to be good.

This need to be seen for who she really is drives her to behave as she really is not �"
Wrought of hope she is curled like fetal rope.
So delicate is the cord of life,
It can be fatal, it can be vital,
It is the prenatal and post-life tragedy and comedy,
But who gets the final laugh?
Who gets the final say?
Should we even care at the end of the day?

A wise man looks into the distance and ponders the horizon,
But does not care if he makes it there.
A fool looks and longs, looks and longs,
Constantly pining for a place he does not belong.

I always go back to the beginning when I fear the end,
And I remember that the universe was sweetly sung into existence.
So I coo, I hum, I lull, I call, I send my voice into the stillness of night,
To be gathered by the darkness and made into light.