The stars beyond the distance, everywhere
Too far away and nothing close to touch,
Beyond our grasp, and reach. We only stare
And long for hands that hold and comfort us.
A single hand can blot out night time skies
And take eternity away from us
To leave us here, retelling those old lies,
Which can no longer satisfy and calm.
The fading light creates so many worries.
We feel the coldness of distance so close
In those dark hours, and so we make up stories
To give us comfort under these dark nights.
Return ourselves back to the centre, still
The sky and time revolve around us once
Again, to know our place, all we fulfil
In our own minds by being at the heart.
We can tell ourselves tales to make the sun
Appear and winters run away to hide.
We can ascribe and see the patterns run
Where there is no such cause, or reason, just
The push of life to keep on keeping on.
There are no reasons other than this here
And searching brings no answers, no light shone
Into the darkness out beyond our touch.
A day begins, and later ends, as we
Remain alone inside the darkness once
Again. Although we do not want to be
alone, we draw the curtains against it,
So frightened of the dark and what it hides
And all it will reveal of our dark fears
That curl up all our nights to hide inside
The shadowed corners of our darkest dreams.
We make the monsters haunting all our dreams
And all the creatures hiding underneath
The night’s own heavy blankets that it seems
We bring out from the night to warn ourselves
About the dangers of spurning the real
And letting fear go crawling across us
While cowering here, too frightened to feel
The darkness holding all our secrets too.
Comments
Cavalcaderl | August 4, 2010 - 19:08
New hadley
Just read this very very true
of life,isn't it.
I liked all of it,and have experienced
similiar.Especially at one time he was on nights
when I was a mum.Fear grips you.
*A day begins and later ends as we
remain alone inside the darkness once again.
Although we do not want to be,alone.We draw the curtains against it
.Everyone draws the curtains,Oh!
it's winter coming no!
*So frightened of the dark and what it hides.
And all it will reveal of our dark fears.
That curl up all our nights to hide,inside.
The shadowed corners of our darkest dreams.*
Well explained.
julie x
Luly Whisper | August 4, 2010 - 20:30
This is a beautiful poem and yet it is unbearably sad. What makes you so sure that there are no answers, no reasons? Do you just feel like this at night (like Cavalcader did when her partner was out) or all the time?
Have you never marvelled at a sunset or the beauty of a tree and the way Nature renews itself year by year? Or wondered why music is so powerful on the heartstrings? Have you never enjoyed the love of a close friend or a child, or appreciated a success (either your own or someone else's)?
jennifer | August 4, 2010 - 20:44
This image was particularly striking for me:
'all the creatures hiding underneath
The night’s own heavy blankets'
Some lovely imagery, but I can't help but think that you use too many words sometimes - fewer might make the sentiment more powerful?
J x