Darkness fallsSo 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
your words and image here speak in beautiful dark whispers but
ReplyDeleteyou know what they say:
where you stumble. . .
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.
ReplyDeletewords I can relate to...
ReplyDeleteI love the depth in the image.
Beautiful imagery to match beautiful prose. Superb.
ReplyDeletegreat combo. love the writing. you get my 'wow' for the day.
ReplyDeleteI feel you...
ReplyDeleteWoww, marvelous concept of night!
ReplyDeletebeautiful!
ReplyDeleteArt can transform us, and your dark moments speak of a universal experience. Thanks for sharing. Wishing you a wealth of insight!
ReplyDeleteAnd the art is very good, too. :)
just saw this now.. so there is a poet in you too! i knew it..
ReplyDeletehmm so where is your promised portrait? *wink