into the span of shadow

waking, ah…a rising to the surface
& an irritant, methinks the purpose is…
one known and known again ;
a ragged stuttering of pen
and ink on paper, a poem incomplete
on and on I venture,
this me who seeks to speak

Night then, self to carry, weary – wrangled woe
into the span of shadow
behind the Earth’s back, tucked in close

Sunlight cannot reach me :
oh, so much the Night can teach me
It quiets chatter from all ‘sellers’ and the
screens, my gods they lie
even mirrors queer the visage : bound to
psychologic missives
How to Look & How to Dress
eroding self esteem
without all doubts
mirrors, magazines & screens
None mean a single thing, they don’t equate
they are never in my dreams
and rightly so : there is no contemplation
of reflections where I go.

bring me Night, with fingers touch
in shadow I am quite enough
None into Dream can Follow
Nightsong Sigh, a soul unspooling
neither vain nor hollow
escape the pain of the form in which
i needs dwell : listen, shhh… She Calls
ah, the Night knows me  so well.
we meet as in ritual, twilight Her Venue
baptism in darkness, thus
Life can Continue

Tenebrae

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sweet distinct reward

and when the skies began to lighten
i asked the Night if it would stay
with me, just awhile, just for a bit
and the Night did sigh & whisper
“no, I am for this time quite finished
but wait for me, and do what
must be done . know that I will
return to you. I will indeed
become
when this Day does end
it’s fretting.
the span of Day is not so long
that you’ll be Me Forgetting, no.
Inside you I abide, as all dark rich things do.
be brave indeed, be true.
I shall return to you””

and thus I must relent to light
for it Comes and there is no
stopping it. I find myself a needful thing
the cooking and My Canines tending.
unlocking doors
and cleaning floors
laundry washed & dried

I make it through each span of Light
and love myself the Eventide
for thus is Night announced & poured
as sweet distinct reward
for rising from the bed
and shaking what depression
gathers furious in my head.