And on that note...
Beauty in the dark
Even in the dark you glowed
wild jasmine, night blooming
as the abstract fractals of two lives
touched, collided, blended together
unpredictably and irrevocably
the alchemy of liquid light.
In the dark you glowed
a sun to my benighted eyes
warming me, blinding me
as time slowed, slowed
as I reached out to you
as you reached out to me
as the flare of your lips on mine
put the sun to shame.
In the dark we glowed
and I felt fate's quill
scribe your name on my skin
felt it's hand set the wheel turning
and from that moment
my face turned to you
like a leaf follows the sun
a joyous instinct
like the northward flight
of a bird in spring
a poet's desire
pursuing the call
of beauty in the dark.
It seems like I belong in the dark. Outside. People seem to be afraid of it, but the dark is more protective and soothing than anything else. The dark can hide you from your enemies, free you from your bindings, ease your mind. When the garish, fractious, noisy, cluttered, hectic day has stripped away all but your last nerve, go find the dark. When no one else loves you, it will enfold you in it's sweet embrace. The moon is more beautiful than the sun. The dark loves me. It loves you too.
Even in the dark you glowed
wild jasmine, night blooming
as the abstract fractals of two lives
touched, collided, blended together
unpredictably and irrevocably
the alchemy of liquid light.
In the dark you glowed
a sun to my benighted eyes
warming me, blinding me
as time slowed, slowed
as I reached out to you
as you reached out to me
as the flare of your lips on mine
put the sun to shame.
In the dark we glowed
and I felt fate's quill
scribe your name on my skin
felt it's hand set the wheel turning
and from that moment
my face turned to you
like a leaf follows the sun
a joyous instinct
like the northward flight
of a bird in spring
a poet's desire
pursuing the call
of beauty in the dark.
It seems like I belong in the dark. Outside. People seem to be afraid of it, but the dark is more protective and soothing than anything else. The dark can hide you from your enemies, free you from your bindings, ease your mind. When the garish, fractious, noisy, cluttered, hectic day has stripped away all but your last nerve, go find the dark. When no one else loves you, it will enfold you in it's sweet embrace. The moon is more beautiful than the sun. The dark loves me. It loves you too.