Darkness

Darkness is not evil of itself.
Yet still the minds of men
contrive to make it seem
so uncontained in them.
Unwilling to face it.
Inside of themselves.
Where it dwells
under cover of light.
The dark of night
can bring such peace
to minds uncluttered
by men's laws of lease
and ownership.
The night - when stardust
filters into open minds
that dream of all the life
withheld from them
by modern times.
While still, within a moon
that cycles threads into
another tapestry, our lives
are nourished by a feel
of universal healing.
The night, a blanket's warmth
against the coldness of
the storms of isolated intellects.
The night, a coolness drifting down
to ease the pain of too much burning sun.
The night, in darkness, bringing sleep
to ease the heavy burden of the days
we choose to keep in memory...

? Michaelette ?

3/29/2005
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