SoulsMidnight

I wish to show you the darkness you're afraid of This first and oldest maker of shapes
That sleeps with eyes wide open
Between the fierce curviture of our lives
Dropping off to depths unknown
Along the smooth steep slopes
Of every hidden thought and act
Over the mortal edges of that soundless cataract
Where there is always a happiness
That makes the heart afraid
Always a dream that needs to be
Awakened

How much of our clarity
We owe this perpetual night
Which first drove our sparks in flight before it
Needled sharp and splintering
Into colorful shards of intuitions
And shimmering passons
That fashioned our souls like some
Great bright Nile of enlightenment
Flowing through the blindness of mystery
Awakening the history of those mutable concealments
Which first emptied into our eyes
Through that rite of passage
Where no kind fires can ever burn
Beyond the dialation of those senses
Without revealing the embodiments
Of those shadows Which lengthen us all

I wish to show you the darkness you're afraid of
This seamless veil of time and space
Which puts each day to rest within its folds
And removes all preconceived hindges
From our hold
While nurturing the inarticulate
And the visionarily dispossessed
And those ghosts alaong the highways
That roam in search of rest
Those illuminations
Of the soul's midnight
Wandering its physical geography
For it's in the darkness
Surrounded by the darkness
Cradled in the darkness
That our eyes begin to see