we close our eyes in the darkness awake
if the door opens the light will return
believe in the light before it appears
inspired by John
darkness
concentration
I stood in a room full of emptiness
my eyes closed
a breeze or a breath
touched my face
I heard voices
Close your eyes
Close your eyes.
Hold them closed and create the one light that shines in the darkness.
It is an impossible light.
It should not exist but it does.
Focus on the light, see it from all sides.
See how it illuminates everything you bring near it.
Remember the light when you open your eyes.
It will always be there when you need it.
crushed snow squeaks
crushed snow squeaks and creaks and groans
beneath the ice, grey shadows of fish
the day is dark as evening
Three a.m.
In the darkness there is a light
In the darkness a hand to hold
My heart beats, beats
My heart beats with yours
In the darkness a hand to hold
In the darkness a light
I ran through the dark
I ran through the dark
I ran through the winter snow
The dawn will break soon
Three pieces about the shortest and longest days (2 by me, 1 by Karina Brink)
The shortest day beckons sunlight.
The darkest night is before the dawn.
The path ahead may be through the shadows
but even this will pass.
***
The longest day brings an abundance of light.
Banishes all darkness & shadows.
At night, short & sweet:
Only dreams
Of hope.
***
Dreams of colour, splintered light.
The darkness behind the mirror leaves us with the shortest night.
And hope slow burns.
Honoured to share a page with Karina Brink @KarinaMSzczurek
The darkness hides
The darkness hides the miles; they’re gone.
A whispered word
and a wish tied together fly –
tomorrow spring birds will sing.
Face your fears
Face your fears. I’m scared of the dark. Face your fears. I’m terrified of the dark. Face your fears they said so I’ll walk into the darkness. I’m terrified but I’ll walk into the darkness. The ground is cold and wet beneath my feet, I’m so scared but I have to face my fears. It’s all in my head, the cold the wet beneath my feet, the sound of breathing or is it the wind. I don’t know if it’s worse when my eyes are closed. I’m so scared of the dark. I don’t know if my eyes are open. I’m so scared of the dark. I know there’s something there, I can feel it inside me but I have to keep on walking, through the cold and the wet and the sound of the breathing and the sound of the screams in the distance. I have to face my fears. The dark can’t hurt me. Face my fears. The dark can’t hurt me. Face my fears. The dark can’t hurt me.
As the lights went out, everything changed
“As the lights went out, everything changed.”
Andi sighed and threw the book across the room. The standard lamp fell, flickered once and died. Darkness flowed across the floor and up the walls. The room was dark, dark with the furred black that swallows the light.
The clock ticked once. Andi waited for the tock but the soft thick darkness swallowed the sound. Then, shockingly, there was a sudden light, and Andi realised everything had changed.
Published on paragraphplanet.com 10 February 2015
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