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
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
morning after dark
a life well lived
well written