I can give you light, if that’s all you ask for.
I can show you something that requires only trust.
Leaps of faith like this are often too much –
even for the enlightened.

Sometimes the darting fly-fish lure dancing
on the surface of your heart
is mistaken for darkness’s craving.

Oh, that ever tempting darkness
that cascades down like the melting warmth
of a collapsing body
into the folds a duveted bed.
Then stunned limbs, betrayed,
are ensnared, captivated –
possessed.

I have slept with darkness too…
I have fallen privy to its intoxications,
the madness of its quantity.

Addictive, mad, spindizzy.
I see its ineffable desire, its full vice and folly.

Now I skirt the periphery –
dipping into darkness’s shallows
aware that one more time,
too many…
and borders dissolve,
whirl-pooling to the core.

What is it about the darkness
that the light does not seem to own?

I can show you light, if that’s all you ask for.
Light and dark are mirrors – displaying each to each.

But, light, light remains different
it vibrates, resonates… liberates.
And it is most recognisable
to those who have known its reverse.