Darkness Approaches

it is early evening and
a drink has found its way
into her hand while a
heaviness settles
inside her heart

her feet hit the hot concrete
of a texas back patio
warmly, they wander across
lightly, they fall in a pattern
leading to an edge

she settles herself there and
the moon looks down
upon her quietly
showing her
only half of himself

she ponders the idea
of seeing only part
of someone
and wondering what else
might be there

the day has slipped away
as quickly and blindly
as usual, leaving behind
only the memory
of how hot it was

the sky tells her to look
it wants to remind her
that the day was bright and strong
by painting the edges
of her world

the streaks of a sunset
almost gone and forgotten
linger on the horizon
in blue, orange, purple
and gold

she wants to soak those in
remember them, cherish them
she wants to capture them
and carry them with her for
later

she knows that darkness approaches.

I close my eyes.

I close my eyes at night and the blackness that stares back at me from inside my eyelids is deep and dark. I know my eyelids are right there. But if I didn’t… well, I wouldn’t. And then it would just seem like… Endless Dark.

It’s what I imagine it must be like inside a uterus.

Disconnected from the day, and staring into the black nothingness, I can’t help but start to feel like I’m floating. You know, as if I’m in some kind of fluid.

My thoughts drift. I realize that I have no real knowledge of what is sustaining me, only beliefs… feelings.

I just am.

I sense there is someone out there – very close, but in another sense, so far still. Someone who loves me, whom I do not yet really know. Someone who wanted me; someone who is waiting patiently to meet me.

My heart is beating but, after some time, I start to feel very tired and weak. I have the sense I am fading.

I still feel, but it’s so dark, and getting darker.

Suddenly there is nothing.

In the morning, I wake again, and I get to open my eyes. I see the world around me and time marches on.

I get to keep going. I continue to be.

I hope that they are somewhere where their eyes have opened unto the most beautiful sights they could ever dream of, and that when I get there to join them, they are bursting with stories of all the things I’ve missed while they were waiting patiently to meet me.