
Decoding Darkness – a poem
Darkness isoften, not the absencebut the blinding presence of light.The colours of creation consolidatedand gifted to night,that heals the marks, the scars,the injuries, the wounds,Gathered through time. There, reside the roots of existenceThere, lie the seeds of CreationThere, rest the wordsin the lap of infinite silenceThere unites death with life.In the dark of nights,in the name of dreamsInto our ears,