Often
That is enough
To learn the nature of darkness
So I may seek the source
Beyond the world I know
I set down roots
On which to stand
There hold on dear
Draw in the land
From bathers and sun-seekers
The summer of crowds
To seekers of solitude
Contemplative connection
With Earth and sea
And self
Only under such conditions
Can the light of both ideas
Converge upon unexplored ground
Where it often illuminates
An insight better than either idea
Nature’s harmony
Of shade and tone and texture
The way the gull finds the air
Which lifts him into the sky
The foamy leading edge
Of the wave lapping at my feet
Soft light through a rain-spattered window
With a good book and a cozy couch
It took me many years
To discover on my own
The magic in darkness
Shadow event
Captured in light
Held in coloured silver
On fading film
A pattern played
Their brightness seized
Turned back on them
A harsher light
By broken souls
Who feed on other’s weakness
Pix to Words 