As the growing dark of the winter envelopes and shortens each day, I get angry, and rebel by turning on every light in my house – my living space an extravagant ballroom of crystal and light. And who cares? For one day, not me. At bedtime, I turn lights off and sleep, and overnight am seduced by dark and beautiful memories, to awaken changed. One week and the days get longer again. Meanwhile, I write:
I love light; need it;
Crave its colours and edges,
Chase its quickness and fire.
I curse the creeping dark of December,
Dread the drain, the doom;
I fight it with
Man-made electricity,
Turning every bulb ablaze,
Basking in the glowing warmth.
But climbing into bed later,
I mask myself like a bandit,
And steal into the comforting
Black of sleep.
I dream the feel of you,
Awash in a mute, liquid dark
Where we met, once upon a time;
Where we traded the silent,
Flaring and firing
Sparks of ourselves;
Swimming in inky unconsciousness;
Connected us.
When I awaken, I reject the
Too-harsh light of morning.
Masked, I see in the dark,
And prefer it,
Remembering.
From the “Random Ramblings” Collection – December 4, 2018