Darkness and light.. their ways
The ways dark, blackness put you at ease,
You stand on that road, amidst the yellow,, greying forest..
And the wolfish clouds threaten, a low rumble.. the night is here before time..And it will now drench in past waters..
You swam across that river.. dried it is now,
But as you stare into the black space.. the rain splash.. your skin sucks it in..Like marsh would suck you in..
Drops cling to the lashes,, and you are blinded by your past waters..
The darkness… the pain.. is so familiar.. and so soothing..
Though your breath is siphoned and locked in your mind….
You only have to stand still…and let the clouds resurrect the pain.. the stings of the vines..the thorns.. the bone shattering edges..
In the darkness… no one can see you.. and you can see nothing but the blackness that infuses into you.. invades your mind..
And the longer you stood there.. and the oftener you stalled in your stroll.. the deeper the watery drugs would sink into you.. and you would sink into them..as though you are only afloat..
But to be at ease in the light..is the real test..
Light is trickery.. Darkness is just darkness..and the knowing this serves your restless mind no sleep..no peace..
You stand on the sun fed..shadow deprived road.. the shadows barely cross the hedges..
You are on the spin wheel and the road stretches ahead.. you stand on tiptoes.. walk on tiptoes..
But you see only as much as is reflected in your eyes..
You are heading into the unknown… beyond the horizon..
At each step autumn leaves.. decaying flowers.. lay abandoned on your path..
A new fragrance.. a flimsy rotten stench maybe.. a new sight…
anew sensations.. aspiration.. forbidden yet clawing thoughts… beautiful yet astray thoughts..
Words and anew renditions of your mind..stories spun rise to your throat..
And though your lips quiver.. and your throat is hoarse… you must tell those stories..
You must take that bus.. to that unknown place which was framed only in your mind..
The ease of light.. is that you see.. but you see not all…
The ease of darkness.. you reside in your mind’s darkened well…
You live in comfort of known agony,
Safe within the walls.. whose artistic nuisances and cracks your eyes know well.. they ain’t cracking new cracks..
You are at ease with pain.. the sting with each lash of a drop..
The ease of light.. you walk through the minds of time and universe..
You live not slight.. but you live to see much more of the yards that time spins..
Not swinging at that roman numerical.. not revising as you swing back and forth..
But swing into a parallel universe at every click.. embracing the heated love.. or the frosty foe.