I wonder if you know the blackness
Life's unanswered questions
leaving you covered
with the dark blanket
The bitter aftertaste of unfulfilled dreams
is acid in your mouth,
on the texture of your soul;
madness calls to you through the
murky air of sadness.
I wonder if the Light
has broken through,
rendering life too bright to look on,
too painful in its inexplicable beauty;
the bliss of Peace is so poignant,
it leaves you gasping with desire.
How we long for that piercing Light
to save us from falling into ourselves.
Feb. 19, 2002