Don't fear the dark

 

It's not the dark

that we are afraid of,

but the light.

The way it dances,

throwing shadows

around,

betraying the eyes.

The dark

is an impossible

mirror,

reflecting unruly

animals,

an imposing imposter

of past disgrace.

It hungers to savour

the taste

of fear.

 

We don't fear

the dark.

The lonely walk

beside a park at night.

It's not the inky blackness

that gives a fright

but the shadows that sneak,

leaping around 

behind every tree.

Distorting,

the already warped view of reality.

It's not the void that scares,

but the light reflecting

from eyes that glare.

 

It isn't the darkness

that inspires cold sweats,

makes us pick up the pace,

wishing to forget.

It's the shadow beast

out to chase.

It's the way 

the moonlight glints

across the monstrous face.

Through the glistening fur,

it bristles,

that fearful embrace

as the beast sniffles,

Sensing the fear 

that lingers there

and longing to taste.

The mist that sits

in the still cool air.

dsturbed atoms

dancing like burning embers of light

as they travel through the night.

 

 

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Midnight midwife

The midnight midwife of life

brings the new day

into the world. 

Birthing new ideas.

New insights,

flights of fancy

to ignite

the fires of the mind.

 

The new day silently

opens her eyes,

then let's out a cry.

A new world.

Pulled from the warmth

into the cold air.

She stares

at the night light in the sky,

the bright bulb of imagination,

surrounded by sparkling,

dancing embers of fascination.

 

A new day is welcomed

with the song of

winged wanderers of the wind.

They sing to let her settle in

as she lets her thoughts flow out,

Giving voiceless people words to spin,

Letting those hurt

wearisome folk

have a chance to win.

 

The new day welcomes her friend,

there until the end,

illuminating and bringing the light.

Ripping apart the darkened sky of night.

The great star that heats the world,

nourishes the soul.

The perfect double act,

to keep the world replenished

and our stories whole.

 

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Crystallised tears

 

I don't think I can take

another broken heart.

The stolen promise of forever.

The dried-up

crystallised tears

symbolising lies.

We said goodbye

far too many times.

The past

just a vacant meadow

to wander through,

but the beast catches up fast

when the silent future 

marches

it's army against you.

 

I don't know if I can watch

another heart pack up its bags

and make its way into the unknown.

Sore eyes from hours

crying under moonless skies.

As still as a soulless stone.

Saying goodbye

seems like a stock reply,

but standing by

and ignoring

the non-connecting dialling tone,

would be a slow death

of a heart punctured

and left to face the end alone.

 

I don't think I can stand waving away

a heart in a taxi back seat,

travelling the opposite direction to me.

I don't think I can watch 

another heart board a train

as I stand,

raining acid from my eyes.

Feeling my life rhythm

beat out of time,

right up into my throat,

until I feel like I'm choking

on my own bleeding heart

and the words it spoke.

Eyes are drowning

from the tears they impart.

My words stutter,

or never even start.

I just can't take another day

where my world is ripped apart.

 

 

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Ruminating over life

 

Ruminating over

the intricate

beauty of life,

I sit

and look

over the hills

of wisdom

that have towered

over time.

When I first started to walk this gravel path,

they were mere bumps in the ground.

I reminisce sometimes

about where the journey began.

What I held, lost, and found.

 

I stare out

through glistening rivers

as my eyelids grow heavy.

Times currents

wear on me,

the days flow,

achingly fast,

into months.

Then suddenly

years have passed.

 

Grey hairs assemble

on my head,

resembling

the storm clouds

I've stood amongst.

The gravestones

I see ahead.

 

I don't fear the reaper.

To the soil

I'm not afraid to be sown

or what I am going to be shown.

I fear that eyes

won't see the beauty anymore,

mind won't imagine

any worlds of wonder to explore.

That my heart

won't hold another heart close again

and I'll just stand alone

watching the rain slowly end.

 

 

 

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Kyle Coare - Remembrance