Darkness – Page 79

faintly glowing stars
the ancient light a missive
from the distant past
–
a moonless night
our path defined
by starlight

blinded by hatred
enrobed in the ignorance
of what love can be
–
midnight-
groping for
the light

what makes one man think
he can be judge, jury, and
executioner
–
monsters
in the closet
only a mirror

shouting at the void
trying to keep the silence
from smothering me
–
rain falls
on a carpet
of autumn leaves

silently stoic
the weathered lighthouse still stands
off in the distance
–
the setting sun
barely visible
through the fog

the wellspring of souls
beckons inexorably
for us to return
–
the bodisattfa
compassionately
delays nirvana

falling amber rain
collecting in brackish pools
under a street light
–
a moment
flash lit raindrops
suspended in time

I shed my skin and
hang another skeleton
deep in my closet
–
alone
with my fetid
alter ego

after a brief rest
a bevy of mourning doves
suddenly takes flight
–
released
upon wings
across the sun
dedicated to Philip Rigney

unkempt and homeless
in need of a shower and
a touch of kindness
–
pray that fate
doesn’t bring you
to my level