~Night~

Frail
Refraction
Through
The cracks
Of a
Broken
Looking glass,
Incandescent
On my
Hands,
The floor
Where
I
Fall down
To weep—
Or was
It
Pray? —
Perhaps
Denial
Holds
An
Answer,
And the key
Beyond
This
Light;
Illumination
Blinding,
In
Revealing
Night.

We
Were all
In love
With dying,
With
The lovely
Dreaded
Dirge—
Or was
It
Lullaby
To us? —
It matters
Not
How far
We
Ran,
We always
Fell
And laughed
At scars;
Perhaps we
Knew
It
Was
Alright:
To
Mock
All of
Those candles,
Vainly glowing
In the
Night.

Even
When
All hope
Was lost,
We
Somehow
Scratched it
Out some
More—
Or did
It
Grow? —
Perhaps
The blade
Is far
More wise
Than we
Could
Ever
Understand,
And fate
Is lies
Contrived
By someone
To convince
Us of
Our plight;
No one
Understands
That we
Are safe
Within
The
Night.

Frail
Refraction
Through
The blades
Of a
Shattered
Wall of glass—
Or was
That
Souls?—
So hard
To
Tell
How long
I've lain
Here
On
My back:
The cracks
All
Sing
And weave
About,
Distorting
Time
And
That's
Alright:
For nothing,
No one
Touches me,
Within
My
Guiding
Night.

(c)7/00 The Mad Poet (A.K.LaBelle)