Ode to Darkness

"ode to darkness" by azly rahman

sometimes it is better to read the world when it is dark
and when night opens up the senses
like music of the spheres
... in darkness lie the cave of the illuminated self in which
spirit dance in circles before wandering like men in begging bowls
like the awaited sign unto which love is taught to humanity that hates
when night come greeting like a sea of congregation of the wise men of the east from across the desert, canopied by the moon
when night is like a silent thunder roaring the words of love that knows neither beginning nor end
when night will become a blanket of spirits for the freezing and shivering soul awaiting yet another revelation
you are beautiful, darkness -- my friend that never a wink stray from the shivering soul i am in this mundane world of tedious arguments
of right and wrong
of the sacred and profane
of resurrection and resuscitation
night -- like the poetry of a flowing river bathed by the spirit of the morning sun
you are the one i yearn for as i begin to open the chapter of yet another epic
of silence