Darkness

Darkness like the king's mirror Absorbs our veritas But reflects our vanitas The way in which our thoughts On a long and solitary walk Reflect reality.

I've often wondered why We love gnarled trees so much But not gnarled hands,

Why we love the lonely willow But not the lonely poet.

And the imperfection within the diamond But not the imperfection within the soul. And why we love The emptiness of unclouded skies But not the emptiness of death.