Darkness Calls Me out and Bids Me Go.
Darkness is a succubus named Eve.
Darkness Calls Me Out.
Darkness calls me out, and bids me go into the humid, star-filled ink of night my slippers scritch- scraping cross the deck slapping time to the song of the crickets as moths commit Harri-Kari against the porch light slam, sizzle....fall...slam, sizzle.....fall A car roars by, its long, angry,.......... fading whine vanishes quickly over the horizon its occupants unaware of my scrutiny or of the disturbance of peace caused by their turbulent journey a mosquito buzzes my ear, and finds me lacking as a tasty midnight snack, "Bad blood or something, I guess?" I am alone with my thoughts.... and the rhythms of the night accentuate my isolation... ~ my dog pisses on a bush creating a flow of waste, that will feed the roots only to harm them, with toxic, acidic levels Death by Bil-Jac!!! my arms are empty, and they miss the fullness that they once knew, on nights as lovely as this one My heart sits hollow, thumping..... an endless litany of lub,dub,lub,dub,lub,dub, sometimes it is so loud!! That I wish it would just stop, but then I too would be a moth, fleeing the darkness only to be consumed by the light I crack my knuckles, and the rustle of a raccoon answers I stretch out my arms, reaching for stars I never quite successfully obtained in all of my performing years, I was more a meteor blazing a trail of glory ...now long behind me a firefly lights a path to my weeping willow as if it carries a torch for someone, much like I do Life can at times, be just a pause, a step into the dark side, a mere reflection on the could have would have should have beens and it is in moments like these in the depths of a summer night when it all becomes, even more so glaringly apparent like an old familiar tune that hums endlessly in my head as I whistle for the dog and stumble off to bed even though I am longing to go in the other direction to lovingly embrace the unknown
© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III