Monday, January 28, 2008

Night

Darkness falls
So do my spirits
I look for distractions from old fears
Imprinted on me as a child
Living still
In the dark corners of my psyche
Waiting
For night
To wake up
And keep me up
And tear me down
From the inside
I fight back
But I’m tired
Of resisting for so long
I’m no match
For this period of time
When the Earth faces the wrong way
I wait I hope I pray I hope

And the sun is my savior

10 comments:

  1. your words and image here speak in beautiful dark whispers but

    you know what they say:

    where you stumble. . .

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  2. I wrote a comment on the Walking in This World blog. The sketch is rich for me. It looks like the weave of something comfortable.

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  3. words I can relate to...

    I love the depth in the image.

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  4. Beautiful imagery to match beautiful prose. Superb.

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  5. great combo. love the writing. you get my 'wow' for the day.

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  6. Woww, marvelous concept of night!

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  7. Art can transform us, and your dark moments speak of a universal experience. Thanks for sharing. Wishing you a wealth of insight!
    And the art is very good, too. :)

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  8. just saw this now.. so there is a poet in you too! i knew it..

    hmm so where is your promised portrait? *wink

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Willie