Tuesday, May 15, 2018
It creeps around the edges of our consciousness
It vies for our attention and jostles our mind
They have waited for centuries for it to rise
And slowly it surrounds us.
It suffocates our peace and stirs up strife
It crushes our joy and raises despair
They want to hide in its safety
Let its welcoming arms envelope them
So they can do their ill deeds in relativity.
Who can say what is what in the darkness?
Who can say I am right and you are wrong?
Who can discern shadow from shadow?
Only light will show what is true and what is not.
Tiny white flames dot the ebony landscape with their burning
Shining on them and their deeds
They surround the flames and smother some
But they can never snuff them all.
Though the flames grow smaller in number they never dim
They think they won but they can't see
The rising white tide under the surface so
They collect their ill fated works
And smile in the long awaited darkness.