Lady Darkness

Sunken within profound shadows,
I practice the ritualistic art of
Saturating my soul
In black.

I fear light for
His clarity.
His sharp precision
Cuts me

Like fragments
Of a broken
Mirror. It is in
Pools of liquid infinity

Where I dream.
Submerged here, rich
Darkness layers and caresses
And blots out ugliness.

I know of clear waterfalls,
Of angst tinged midnight rain.
Sightless, I touch them with the
Mercuric swiftness of my mind.

In the dark
There is depth.
In the dark
Truth is buried and waiting.

It is here where we
Grope and discover,
Where inert coolness
Reigns like a leather clad guitarist.

The dark is smooth like
Polished oak,
Yet soft with tranquillity.
And she glides like the tide.