Lonely Darkness

I love the night, and this piece explains why. The essence of power and knowledge contained in something that is everywhere.

Darkness calls me. It has a voice. It is.

I hear it, in my body and my mind.

It is not a menacing voice, nor is it malicious. Not frightening in any way.

But it is rough, very rough, like a jagged wind on a beach. Rough, I think, from a kind of despair and loss.

It is not alone, no. Darkness is not alone.

Rather, it is lonely.

When I wander through the night, wandering along old tracks and paths, it talks to me, and I listen.

It talks to me of the stones beneath my feet, their stories, their lives.

It tells of epic journeys and brief treks, glorious feats, humble and mighty beginnings,

of times past and times forgotten when feet larger and stronger, lighter and faster than mine,

put their mark upon them.

It recounts to me the happenings of the trees around me, their spirits and souls, angels, demons.

It tells of incredible sights and tiny happenings, enormous strength, young and old life,

of the towering wills and exceptional caring that monstrous and minuscule alike

have seeded into the world.

It recites to me the nursery rhymes of far off peoples, the lilts and creases, the music, the meanings.

It tells of different worlds and similar spaces, distant lives, confusing and comforting entities,

of the values and powers that push them forwards, comprehensible and incomprehensible,

that inspire them to struggle and survive.

Darkness has always had a voice. It has always talked to us, talked to all things.

It told us of magic, of belief.

It told us of science, of discovery.

It told us of our world, our universe.

It was a part of us and our existence.

But now, it is losing us. It is no longer heard by us, by all things.

Less and less we listen to it, to what it tries to share with us.

More and more we start to falter, to collapse on one another.

When I wander through time, wandering among ancient memories and thoughts, it talks to me.

And I listen.

Reviews

[Peacegal]

I love ur interpretation.. hauntingly beautiful:)

[A Modern Hippy]

Thank you. Essence is what I try to capture in my writing, the simple truths of what I write about. :)

[Peacegal]

Well u did that indeed.

[A Modern Hippy]

Haha! Thank you muchly.