Every photograph untaken
Every brush stroke unpainted
Every stanza unwritten
Every story untold
A small darkness left unilluminated
Every photograph untaken
Every brush stroke unpainted
Every stanza unwritten
Every story untold
A small darkness left unilluminated
Perhaps, so can I
When he sensed its presence
The bitter fell away
Illuminating the darkness
When he couldn’t
All he sensed
Was darkness
But even in the darkness
That pulsing golden vein
Kept him alive
Daytime dreams
To be fulfilled
Until sunset sky’s
Reminder
Possibility Illumines
Nighttime dreams
Which carry me
Often
That is enough
To learn the nature of darkness
So I may seek the source
Beyond the world I know
I don’t know if it’s better
To be blinded by darkness or light
But I know it is shadow
Which gives form and texture
To an illuminated world