Night?
No.
I’m not afraid
of the cloaking scarf
of the deep dark night,
like most everyone else
who look into
the impenetrable mystery
and sees there
demons that live in
the imagination.
No!
I am afraid of light:
terrified of the
white bright light
that sees through
all my impudent
self-delusions
and makes me
naked to the bone.
Whereas,
the dark hides
and protects
my hidden silent self
that lurks
around in
the shadows
and is safe in its
anonymous place
that no other being
is allowed to see.
But the light,
the penetrating light
of revelation,
with its x-ray vision,
opens up that
dark cornered
unknowable self
to the common eye
and give a face
to that obscure location
where my
shadowed self
cares to hide.
No,
I prefer the night,
with its comforting
blanket of delusion,
with no fears there,
and no opening up
that which I’m
afraid to show.
10/6/2016