There Should Always Be a Light

There should always be a light,
But sometimes
There is only darkness.

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It Is Quiet

It is
Quiet
Despite the sound
Of the house
Settling in
To its century-old foundation
Nestled amongst
A sea of concrete
Dotted with the glassy-eyed denizens
And their jet-black motorcars
Passing
And stopping
And departing again
Until they reach
Where they are going
Wherever that might be

Black Dog

Black dog wakes up in the morning
and looks outside
so he can see the sky;
He likes to watch the sun rise.

But then it’s back to sleep,
Gone, but for a moment,
Lost in dreams until the master cries:
“Oh, black dog… rise.”

Yearning,
Dreaming of another;
Life it seems
Is always passing us by,
As we just wonder why,
And lord how we try…
Not just
To make it out, alive…
But to live a life
Of substance,
To not break down
And fall apart and just die.

Black dog wakes up in the morning
and looks outside
so he can see the sky;
He likes to watch the sun rise.

But then it’s back to sleep,
Gone, but for a moment,
Lost in dreams until the master cries:
“Oh, black dog… rise.”
“Oh, black dog, rise…”

Let us seek to find
Every color of the sky
Back outside;
Outside,
Black dog…
Rise!

First thing, yeah first thing in the morning
the black dog wakes
and he opens his eyes;
He likes to watch the sunrise.

But then it’s back to sleep,
Gone, but for a moment,
Lost in dreams until the master cries:
“Oh, black dog… rise!”

Where We Fit In

There is no sky above
No Earth below
Just space
Time
Unfolding
Collapsing and expanding
Flowing through
Around
Between
All of objects and the distance between them
Filling
Each and every corner
Until there is nothing to separate
The black from the white
The light from the darkness
The shadows of night
From the glow of the day

We are but an audience
Watching
Waiting
Seeking only to know
Where we fit in

In the Light, Seeing Only the Shadows

The world around me is aglow
In a golden hue
And I find contentment
In the simple truths
The little moments
And the grandiosities
All the same
But there are still hours
Days
Weeks at times
Where my attention is drawn
To the shadows which fall
Across the otherwise luminous landscape
Cast by any of the numerous features that line the horizon at all times
Features which may have been since the very Earth itself rose up to meet the sky
Magnified at will by the angle at which the light falls
Whether immense or insignificant in size
The sharp contrast draws them out just the same
And I am left standing
In the light
Seeing only the shadows