I live in the darkness of the night
The coolness, the whispering sounds
I have grown to love it
For I have never seen the sun.
The stars in the sky give me the light I need
The candle I hold as I walk brings the details,
The hidden secrets out into view.
To most this would be a place of terror
But not to me.
How could I fear the very life I lead?
The shadows and the secret paths,
The animals that howl and chirrup
I know them.
I have spent my life here.
I know them.
Before me lies a valley of thorns
I walk into it merrily,
Swinging my arms,
Singing to the night.
My feet are covered in scars,
But they are relics of the paths I did not take
Not those I did.
I reach an icy river, and dive in.
Water cracks and crushes around me,
I shiver and breathe,
Then haul myself up out onto the shore.
Later, I am warm and dry,
The river whispers like a memory.
I remember everything
That has happened in this place.
The wind, the water,
The sounds, the sights
All of them.
They are mine.
They are me.
Once I heard a question,
“Why don’t you come out into the sun?”
My eyes are used to the dark
My mind is used to the dark
If you live in the light, live in the day
And if you live in darkness, keep to the night.
The sunlight would dazzle me now
I can scarcely imagine it
The warmth of fire,
The pure glow of fresh ice
Combined into one, defining force…
I cannot see it.
Perhaps I should.
To understand, to see
What it is the rest of the world sees.
Perhaps I should.
I cannot miss what I have never known.
Tomorrow, maybe
I will watch the sunrise.
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