The Darkroom

So apropos, his darkroom - holding
images of memories too painful
to forget. And yet, within, were hues
of reddened light still glowing there.

The pain turned to another fair
of artistry still stricken from his heart.
As if, to start again, he must somehow
go there to face the pain he held
within himself.

Outdated. Still intact. Memories
of youth that traveled back to days
of happiness and youth. If only
he could settle back into that
awesome groove.

Yet there, where once, his happiness
had gathered all together, the only
things existing were diseases of
omissions he called proofs. Awkward
and ambivalent, his erstwhile lover felt it
all within the mood of atmosphere
created in his youthful wish for all
that had grown old.

There, where all that once seemed fated,
died within his eyes. It was the day his only
mother died. Looking through the window,
still he somehow called her wise. When all
she'd taught kept drawing him to places
amid spaces that were ever emptying.
His lover felt the beating of his heart,
as if in an awakening.

Frightened by the power thus revealed,
she reached for yet another touch
of what they called surreal. For experience
created and destroyed - that much she'd
come to learn within her life. As if another
paradox had come to take another love away
from that, her ever shattered heart.

The feel of love was full of fright these days.
For every time she'd ever given love unto
another, she found her life just blown away
again. Gone away, but not yet dead. It
seemed to be a theme that echoed through
the sorrow dwelling in her soul.

And no matter what she did or thought,
the grief and loss would just not let her go.
And then she entered there, into his lair,
the pivotal release of darkness bared
within his being. And knew again,
the beauty once beheld. Still abiding
there, but only in his altered eyes -
reflecting redness up into the skies.

So apropos, his darkroom - holding
images of memories too painful
to forget. And yet, within, were hues
of reddened light still glowing there.
But now she was aware of all
the awesome power darkness
brought to be...

? Michaelette ?

8/10/2003
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