Friday, April 5, 2013

not till we are lost


the ink is black, the page is white
variations of black and white
when white meets black
some grays
blackened
cold hard black.
I wrote you a letter.

beauty of black and silver,
charcoal and graphite.
I’m walking the night
making a statement.
finding it hard to believe
dark leads to light—
break it to me gently

I do.
are we?
—something dramatic like that.
everybody was so young!
berry stained lips
they fall hard
I like to imagine their dreams,
share their passions.
welcome home, Persephone;
the dark is too hard to beat.

sometimes I still need you.

in the morning
it’s hard to wake up
the first days are so hard

Black mood
dark thinkings
that final disappointment
blackened by grief
chiaroscuro
morning after dark
a life well lived
well written