Blinded by darkness
Oh! Night serene. Oh! Calm of day.
I chase you gallantly granted by the pull of pensive enticement wrapped in a blanket of shadows.
The waltz never ends.
My moon chases me into daylight and my sun chases me into darkness.
A never ending dance where the twinning never meets and a trail of each other is the only trail
of stardust, they can see.
The black canvas of night whispers and boast that he gave birth to the stars which cannot be
seen in the illusion of day.
A veritable magician at work repeating the same magic for millennia that have passed valiantly
A star scratches against the sky leaving no light of showering the sky with tiny fireflies.
A script written on the tablets of times intertwines on the earth plane the concept of light and
In light we feel all that is pure is explicit to enlighten, and all that is dark is foreboding, and gives
rise to evil, the presence of shadows with dark taking our hands and leading us astray or is it a
myth that is generational.
Dark and light a metaphoric usage born in the cauldron of humanity gripped by static mentality.
Secrets behind closed doors have taken place in the mirror of nothingness which has no color.
Light too bright to look at.
Dark too deep to contemplate.
Both swirling in our heads.
Dark book, light book,
A dispensary of tow works
Its neighbors unforeseen.
Dark and light hold hands on the earth plane melded into one.
Joy and sorrow but two state we live by enmeshed with tears to express each other.
Out of light thoughts are birthed, out of darkness thoughts are birthed as well.
When all is asleep,
That is when we are blinded by darkness.