Saturday, 11 May 2019
the Darkness
I want to stay outside
until the darkness comes.
To wait until the last light fades
and the night eclipses my vision.
To remain in these woods
until the image of each tree
is erased by blackness.
I want to keep watch
as the night falls
and let myself fall with the night.
I want to be hidden in this haven,
to be sheltered in the shadows,
not moving until the morning.
When the hand of darkness
loses its grip,
I want mine to be the first eyes
to witness the breaking of dawn,
as the cover of opacity
is pierced by penetrating light
and a new day rises
on my heart’s horizon.
I want to stay outside
until the darkness is gone.