Darkness is our Friend

The wind blew crisp this winter morning.

Reflections of the amber lights glowed everywhere.

I saw the rain did fall and the leaves scurried about to find hidden corners to safely tuck themselves away.

I have felt Life many time, I have felt Death all the same.

Living amongst the dead, along with those that let go and now wander through the streets.

And names don't matter anymore.

People in a hurry, running from something, running to something.

But I can see the difference with those that lost their way and those that look ahead.

And the pain runs down my shoulders searching to find peace. Everything is distorted yet insists on destruction.

And I look at your eyes and I see the many faces all searching for the same thing.

And none of us have the answers.

The wind blew through the trees and when the leaves descended in their season, I knew they would come again.

And I remembered, there are times we want to let go, when silence is serenity and Darkness is our friend.

By Jay Basey © 2004