This play of darkness and light
dare I say has brought
something to my life
Or has it torn my heart apart
Yet for the craters my vision
were I the moon
The beauty seen with your light
In the darkness of the night
Yet were I the owl for all
the other birds flying in the sky
I see the wonders
In the darkness of the night
Were I the soul searching for
In the broad daylight
endless answers to endless questions
Of a poor human heart
Would I with such fierce abandon
Into the depths of darkness find
For the joy of finding
the first glimpse of light
Then again the same question
Yet for the umpteenth time
Were it were the darkness first
Or were it were the light
Written for
Friday Writings #69: Darkness and Light
