can i tell you a secret?
light will never leave you
strange as it may seem while we wait out the inky black
deep that falls no matter how bright the sun shone on our bare faces
today we knew it had to end
even as we strike the match to bring life to a dusty
candle from the back of our closet to cheer the day
of darkest skies that cover snowswept fields
it’s not really gone, is it?
i’ve seen people search life for what was in front of their
eyes that couldn’t see the truth of the stars that shine while dawn sleeps
but can you see there, the pine’s silhouette against the star-drenched sky
how even on the darkest of winter nights there’s still enough to tell the branches
from the rest? how we’re never really left alone?
the absence of light remains for the few who seek caves
and tombs and hands to strain out the rays,
but you have to walk toward that kind of dark don’t you? it doesn’t just happen
naturally out here under the vivid night sky, there’s always enough
ever enough to never leave you dark