How does one find the light in the dark?
Through a switch or a match?
The waning moon emancipates the brightest stars
But their celestial light does not touch our solid earth
No matter how intense their light or how near they are
Distance prevents their light from illuminating our blue sphere.
That is how it feels deep within my soul
As if no light can find its way through my darkness.
The darkness that has come over me in your absence.
It is not your fault, nor is it mine.
The distance between life and death is too far, I fear.
In truth my mind is what keeps the darkness of space.
It is the lurking shadow below the surface.
The camouflaged quick sand of desolation and despair
The more I struggle the more I stifle
It is my mind that knows you are not there.
The moon needs the sun in order to be seen
Without its light the moon in a displaced piece of rock.
A lost spiritual talisman trapped in orbit.
The tide needs the shore to have its cycles.
Low tide or high tide means nothing without the sand.
It tells of where the waters have been and where they are going.
Where will my light come from?
Darkness brings such comfort.
Where will my healing come from?
Pain has become my purpose.
Sorrow my finest companion.
My grief is the proof of a love that is undying
Impervious is our immortal bond.
I am the moon and you were the sun.
Now I am the moon and you the distant stars.
Galaxies away from piercing my darkness.
I was the ocean and you were the shore.
Now my tears bring the tides of water
And my writing has become the sand.
My darkness has no source of light anymore
But out from inside it, new things are born.
Like the story in Genesis
First there was nothingness.
For me the darkness remains.
I accept it now.
I embrace it.
I wait for that one single spark
That will come as time decides.
The singularity that will ignite my darkness.
The explosion to give it form.
Your passing, my sun, killed my light
Like stellar death leaves a black hole.
Still you will always be a sun to me,
Shining your light in another galaxy
And I will become the waxing moon
Slowly evolving to a new and different form.