Darkness Shows What Light Cannot Poem by Lazarus Knix

Night fall; the descent of darkness is deepening.
Moonbeams strum my spirit like a silver harp,
Softly plucking each string with luminous fingertips,
To the rhythm of my heart.

Sermons have ended, the children are sleeping.
With all prayers said, their minds depart
Into slumber’s silent bliss-
Into a cryptic careless dark.

A cease fire burns, the hapless wanton
Is outcast by summers white blessing.
Indeed, she speaks of unifying,
Yet egos do not listen.

Night, mankind, we’ve things in common…
What is the basis of this confession?
Uncertain, mortal, vain, blinding…
But only in dark do men truly glisten.

In confusion, we are taught-
Darkness shows what light cannot.