Tuesday, February 02, 2016


And cast me out into the gloom
Like a stained enlightenment
Yet all light is but a reflection
Nuanced illumination highlighting difference
The illusive contrast of lost shadows
A grey splendour of unrequited desire
In a mirror spread before us by existence
Without form or grace we cannot truly see
Or be swathed in the footlights of splendour
But still I would be aflame once more
See clear anew these years awash in gold
If you would let me sit by your brightness
Lift this caul of night and let me see the day
Lest instead I may come to worship darkness