Dark

'Tis dark upon this corner of the world
And they that transpire vaporous life do sleep
Covered by darkness as they traverse
The valleys of dreamscape deep.
A sliver of light, a shard of sound,
What is named and knows itself returns;
The comforting dark shrinks back,
For within me a kindled, kindred spark burns.
Alone I walk, pushing aside the dark -
Not to shed light, or spread the spark
I am cautious in my tread -
For all around me are those for whom the light holds dread.
Oh, the wild racing of these days
Does outpace the furious drumming of my heart.
'Tis why I wait upon the calm
Of light's chariot chasing dark's stallion
To once again depart.

 

AML

From the road

1999