Day 2493, mystery.

I stand here
carrying what never will be
mine

you

you who I never know
you give me power
but not for me 

you don’t even know
and not because it disappears
in the darkness

Day 1860, a dark forest.

Daily picture, Poetry

I like the feeling

of looking

into a dark forest

~

there is a silence

like a beginning

~

and a darkness

that slowly turns

to gray

~

I don’t need to wander

in

the staring inside

is enough

to imagine

Day 1442, our window.

Day's pictures, Poetry

We are

like windows

in houses

~

it’s often hard

to look inside

~

in its darkness

or brightness

Day 1416, thinking.

Day's pictures, Poetry

To think

deeper

You close

your eyes

~

even

if you are

afraid

of the dark

Day 1204, second.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Old

colors drawn

into the nighttime

of the day

waiting

for the final

second

Nochrisis

Day 1138, be revealed.

Day's pictures, Poetry

After many years

a forgotten inside

stored in darkness

will be revealed

as memory

Nochrisis

Day 1103, looking into.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Looking into a window

seeing

the darkness

a reflection?

Nochrisis

Day 1099, stairs up.

Day's pictures, Poetry

A corridor leads

to stairs up

dimly lit

by ancient, incandescent

its filaments

humming

counting down, to their end.

Rushed by the cadence

I feel my way

up

eyes closed

foreseeing the darkness

escaping time

ending.

Nochrisis

Day 1095, workplace.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Harsh light comes from outside

leaving the darkness in corners.

My workspace is well lit,

I have the time for this

just have to get the tools.

Day 1071, unanswered question.

Day's pictures, Poetry

At night, dark moods like figures wake

to pull me in, it’s silent, I fall, overcome.

Reality dances, holds close my delirium, makes me feel the chorus.

My eyes open and close to fall and wake together engulfing.

The pull overwhelms, getting stronger, the darkness dark.

My eyes open, awake, an echo drags shadows, my being afraid.

What is it that just haunted? Asks my wakening mind.

An abstract creation or a representation of nothing…ness?

Nochrisis

Day 951, in dark.

Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry

wandered far in dark

a veiled shelter loomed slowly

perhaps for lost souls.

Day 827, closed eyes.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Eyes closed and the darkness spirals.

The black mass pulls down, up, it turns,

the movement lures my mood in.

I open my eyes and it lingers.

Day 800, evolution.

Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry

Out of the darkness

imaginary colors

invite the wanting.