Tag Archive | darkness

65. On a moonlit night 

Night.
You’re here once again.
Your blackened countenance gazes upon me as I close my eyes.
My memories belong to you.

In my dreams, your look is inscrutable;
I know not what you think of me.

Night,
Will you bring me peace?
Will you lie beside me,
Watch over me
And chase the nightmare away?

Will you let an all-consuming sleep be my bedfellow once more?

I hear footsteps beyond my door.
The voices travel far to reach my ears.
I imagine they talk about me.
Yes, me.
Sad little me,
That nobody else talks about.

The footsteps walk away
And a silent pause stays behind.

No, I do not hear the heartbeat anymore.

Night.
Shall I lean back on my pillow?
Shall I allow you to embrace me with the wickedness of your depth and surrender to your breathing?

©Brindology & Cassandra Luey 2016
Original image by Cassandra Luey

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60. Candle

Blow out the light
and let the seconds pass by
as my eyes grow accustomed
to this darkness.

Silence is frightening,
when blackness morphs
into shapes I fail to recognise.

Strike another match.
Let the sharp scent of sulphur sting me
and surround me with light,
once again.

©Brindology 2013

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44. Night tree

This is my night tree,
The tree that stands alone in the dark,
Never moving,
Never leaving,
Always seeing
The things that move in the dark.

This is my night tree,
The tree that has no leaves,
Only scars that line its face,
Always still,
Always silent
Not making a sound in the dark.

©Brindology 2016
Original image by Brinda Naidu 

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41. An afternoon by myself 

And so I sit here without a care in the world, unable to comprehend this madness into which I’ve been swept.
There is no mention of my presence by you.
This is not by any fault of yours, of course, for you cannot see me through this noise.
Why do I presume this day will end soon?

Why do I think I am here only for this instant and need not imagine another day?
Wait just a moment, won’t you?
Listen to what I have to say.
Everyone is talking,
Everyone is talking,
All at the same time and you cannot hear me clearly.
Yet, I see your face twitch, just for that brief moment as my lips part.
Have I shocked you?
No, you can’t hear me at all.
You cannot even see me.
I am but a mere stranger to you,
A face in this wilderness of life,
Unfamiliar and strange;
My voice has not warmed your ears.

Remember that I am who I am,
And you are only you.

The days will pass,
The rivers will flow,
The waves will come and go.
You are who you already are.

The noise is getting louder,
It is starting to get to me.
My mind wants to shut its eyes and go to sleep.
Perhaps I do care, after all.
I watch your every step,
Listening to my heart beat,
Its pounding reverberating in my ears.
A constant accompaniment to the sight of you walking.

If I close my eyes, you disappear.
You vanish into the darkness and I cannot see your shadow.

We are separate, you and I.
Two entities,
Two bodies,
Two halves at a distance.
Yet, our shadows merge, falling into the landscape that spills onto this earth.
A remembrance of a day,
A sliver of memory that tastes so sweet,
I almost feel your breath against my cheek.
My heart beats,
Your heart beats,
Our heartbeat.

I see you escape into the shadows,
Allowing the pitchy blackness of the night to engulf you in all his serene coldness.
He grips you tightly,
Never allowing a whisper to run free.
Are you in discomfort?
Are you close to tears?
Shall I see you again?
Soon?
Shall I be able to hold you in my arms and smile?
Will our tears mingle with the raindrops?
And our fingers melt into each other’s hands?

The waves come near me,
Whispering their welcome
And sighing their goodbye.
The lights hurt my eyes,
And I have to shut them for just a little longer.

©Brindology 2014

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