teeth are thirsting
in dulled deluge
wan and wanting
from dewy drops
in evolving light
only one eye knows the difference
but it shuts to see
oculus of moon’s reflections
nights that set it free
only one eye needs to notice
all that dark decrees
assimilated in observing
oracle that heeds
only one eye must to listen
other senses flee
cusping arcs of sight concession
one eye to truly see
Out of that darkness, that pitch of oppression,
Out of that blackness, that void,
Out of that dank trap of timeless cessation,
Fluttered wings fully deployed.
Flapped they with fury till furies they fled,
Eons of hostile subverted,
Out of the dungeon where demons have bled,
Their intentions subtly diverted.
Out of the abyss the albatross flew,
Chains still swinging from claws,
Stronger the wings that have practised harnessed
Though aerial given to pause.
Out from down under, down deep but not out,
Out from Cerberus’ grasp,
Felt in the darkness, eyes rested shut,
Earthbound by blindfolded task.
Up through the channels, tunnels truncated,
Veering, uninjured as such,
Instinctively seeing, hearing the light
Guided by sensory touch.
There to the high plains, a leap with all faith,
Rattling links still attached,
Power encompassed in breadth of the stretch,
Night, by flight, fully matched.
Sometimes in darkness, especially in pitch,
Only blind sense will suffice,
Failing the five, depend on the other,
Wide shut for eye of sixth sight.
I had written the first eight lines of this yesterday just based on ‘out of’ then left it to brew. In comments with Paul I happened to mention that I close my eyes to see better in the dark, which is true. I don’t really know why I do it but it feels more natural to sense my way through darkness than it does to try to see. The rest was born from Paul commenting, by return, that it sounded like a life credo. Maybe it is. 🙂
Sheltered in shadows till light disappeared,
Urged into night with a screech,
Hung by my feet till wings found release,
Shackled by lack of sight, leeched
Into the gloaming, soft darknes held dear,
Strident but silent my speech,
Seeking an echo to steer my path clear,
All vision just out of my reach.
Flitted and flirted with posturing objects,
Clamoured in darkness with sound,
Wilderness wild in every aspect,
Not a whisper of you to be found,
Back to my haven, my roost for the day,
Hoisted by end to my flight,
Each night that encroaches I have my say,
Hidden but hellbent on fight.
Bats in the belfry, bats in the barn,
Bats that seek out your source,
Pipistrelles, vampires, creatures with fangs,
Bloodthirsty for want of discourse.
I’ve tasted your scent and it soars my desire,
Nothing but you will suffice,
Starved I will be till I find you again,
Ambition cannot think twice.
Waiting in wings, in towers, your roof,
Scratching till day turns to night,
Champing at bit till one found aloof,
Neck raised to the stars, what a sight!
Bounty is mine when wings find their tips,
When fangs in my face thirst, it’s true,
Seeping through blackness, I’m whetting my lips
Lusting for sacrifice. You.
Born of blackest blackness
Without a trace of light
No candle glow
No single flame
To pierce the lens of sight
When out of dark magnificence
Mighty bang ensued
Veiled pitch relieved
All light redeemed
Every hope imbued.
Blessed be dark magnificence
Malevolence was torn
Sight, to us, was born.
Turn the lights on, daddy,
there’s a demon and he’s scheming
and he’s lurking underneath my single bed,
I know that you can’t see him but I feel him
and he’s scratching round and hatching
awful thoughts inside my head,
I need you for my hero
and I trust you with my life
and I believe that you can vanquish all my foes,
So turn the lights on, daddy, please
and leave a little glow before you go.
Turn the lights on, mummy,
for the demons have grown larger and they’re looming
in the darkness all around and
I can’t see them but I sense them
and they follow
and they wear me to the ground.
I know that you have answers for you’ve lived a life
and carried thought and love
and won some battles in your day,
I trust that you will guide me and direct me
with your wisdom,
You’ll never steer me wrong no matter what I say.
So turn the lights on mummy, please,
And show to me the lightness of your ways.
Leave the lights on, darling,
to the demons of your darkness
in the night that come to steal,
let me see your demons dancing, I’ll destroy them,
we’ll be stronger when we fight them, both together,
we have power in the loving, can’t you feel.
We’ll spread it out and round and up and down,
we’ll cover corners, every base that comes along
and fight the fight we have to win,
we’ll vanquish ghosts and ghouls and demons,
terrors of the night and daylight hours,
every torment, everything.
So leave the lights on, baby, I’ll protect you,
You’ll protect me, we’re a team.
Turn all the lights on, fetch the torches
bring the candles, lamps and shining stars
and blazing sun,
the demons are retreating,
we have power all around us,
they are fearful and we’ve got them on the run.
All these demons, they’re illusion
and their danger is persuasion
and it’s fear all children fear along their spine
and it grows along beside us and defeats us,
all negation, all abstraction
and it subjugates our light to shine.
So turn the lights on, leave the lights on,
we’re all children but, together, with our beacons, we’ll be fine.
Take me to the river where secreted ink runs black,
Lead me there, immerse me, turn away, no coming back,
Submersed in currents teeming with letters flowing swift
As words still yet unformed. Cast me there, adrift.
Paper built for purpose absorbing chosen choice,
Silenced in the darkness deep, liquidity of voice.
Drown me in the vapours arising from that place,
A velveteen infusion where silent words still grace.
midnight blue can hold the whispers
uncensor silence blown
on starry shore
refrains the verses
on mingled breath, holds promises of more
midnight dreams, suppressed in passive
subdued, receptive to the
in the midnight
witching hours, can magic
weave its spell, two hearts unlock
their midnight chorus
plying charms in uplit cloudy night
on the midnight
brooms, flight enchanted ,
do dreams and spells converge in dead of night.
enraptured time, all eras decree so
pass this way
if in your dreaming
dart of loving hex you need to throw
What cloven horsemen ride upon the wind here,
Striking hooves on sharpened edge of waves,
Hunched and headlong, shrouded cloaks protecting,
Eyemasks glinting red? No fortune saves
Any in their path, though flight above us,
The heels of jeopardy are felt below,
Riding willfully to depths of nowhere,
Pistols drawn and daggers tucked to show
No enemy that’s found within their flightpath
Or foe espied, from fathoms far above,
Have hope or faith, outrunning is no option,
Bow’d their heads, and ours as sacrificial dove.
What earthly gate or hellish palace hides them
In daylight hours, these princes of the dark?
Where upon the shores of any peoples
Do black knights harbour steeds and stable mark?
Who betrays location as they search here,
Plots the points upon the charted graph?
Who drowns gladly in the tidal wave of hoofbeats
Pounding on while evil horsemen laugh?
Are any there who hear the fairground laughter,
The cackle of the master turning wheels
As rainbow-coloured equines carry minions,
The hounds of hell on horseback as night squeals?
In the silence of the evening…
I can hear a bird of prey
calling into darkness,
Hidden from all vision,
folded wings around,
protected but alert
to quiet noise,
camouflaged to kill,
he bides his time to fly, ascend,
Whispers far below
dart his eyes to view, blinking
readiness to prey pursue,
Nothing follows then,
I cannot hear a sound,
a hush descends upon the soul of dark.
Then I close my eyes to sleep,
silence follows silence,
a fog, a chill around.
all through the night,
through the night.
Sotto voce begins again,
plaintive in its plea
and comforts me again.
Decided to dance a little deeper in life, and wow can spirit dance!
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