I walk in the sunlight
but I am weak and sad
I write sad poetry
as an evening prayer
but giving up denial
does not mean giving up
the black velvet waits
it is royal and wise
it saw the birth of light
the death of empire
there is no sadness
but only moons and stars
darkness hides creation
as it recreates itself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Darkness hides creation as it recreates itself. Interesting. For me, I think of the Darkness as scary and inviting at the same time...it can hold whatever we can imagine. Peace Barry. Thanks for sharing your poetry and your heart.
Absolutely. Darkness is both scary and comforting is some way. At the least we finally get to sleep in.