In Darkened Rooms

We two sat in silence,
And the Silence combined
Only us,
The light of a single lamp,
And the sound of two pens
Scratching forth thoughts
From two different minds
Upon their respective papers.

The shadows remained,
For where there is light,
There must be shadows:
Wraiths and black clad spirits,
Clearly visible upon the walls
And ceiling and floor.

They were all about us.

Darkness and Sorrow
Walked with careless grace,
And tried to make us like them.

But we were in the light.
And we were content.
We feigned happiness,
And though Happiness
Did seldom walk by us,
Darkness and Sorrow
Were kept at bay.

They were not made
To hold dominion over us.