for many years I have walked the darker roads,

for many years I have walked the darker roads,
behind the white picket fences, below the doves
I thought the lights were hidden in tiny places,
didn’t think they’d withstand the dark hollows
and even if they did, I thought they’d never stay
false tiny hopes speckling their sad fearful eyes
silly fairies in the night of children’s lullabies
I wanted nothing to do with lies, the selfish greed,
fear that conceals itself in loud superficial ease
what the world calls beautiful is truly only fear

for many years I have walked the lighter roads,
wearing sadness for gentle nights, red for anger,
dark windows are an abyss without the inner lights
black holes drawn in a mind full of shallow sights
pulling in but never letting the truth stream out
sinking deeper and deeper into that sad dark night
twisting moonlight mistaken for an eternal love
for love is not what is up or down, left or right,
but what has been inside the silence all along,
the tree that falls alone, nature’s heart who cries,
the quantum earth and skies, the souls who bind.