Waking up
and there are still stars
in the sky.
I thought it was a dream,
but then you reminded me
that we were in
eternal darkness.
A sky that hung above us,
showing us
a billion distant suns,
but ours,
an absentee, delinquent.
We came
from a place
where the light shines
and the sun never sets.
A bright infection,
no longer blinding,
as most have ceased to see.
We had heard
stories
of a land of shadows,
where dreams
were still a possibility.
We knew nothing of darkness.
not the night,
nor the type
that lives within us.
A world that we
never thought to explore.
We were told,
since children,
that we were perfect.
We didn’t know
how damaged
we’d become.
In a daylight world
we were force fed
ideas and images.
We thought that we could know
and see it all.
Here,
in this place
of perpetual twilight,
we become
new mysteries to solve.
We have hope
that we can heal our wounds,
and bring
light and darkness
back together,
soon.
HG – 2021
