Kin Of Light And Darkness

Good morning! and just to prove it, face the light to the east, and tell me, it does not comfort thee. We are not moths. We do not fly to the light. The light comes to us, for we are attractants to the light.

We live in the darkness of a great abyss, and we say, we are of the light. This is right, but more...we are of both. Good 'mourning'. Good morning!, If it could be so...why are we sad creatures? Always, we are akin to the light, yet always, we cling to what we know.

In the desperate darken, we need more...for the light, though always near, can never understand, entire, the lightless...so, come here and hold my hand and roll upon this satin bed, we kin...of light and darkness.

Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: light in darkness, google pic