DARK PLACES:

Take me to those silent dark places,

To those shadowy, cool inviting spaces,

Not to the black sinful demonic hole,

But to the dim quiet of the Prophet´s soul.

Hide me beneath the ebon plume of raven´s wing,

From the garish fiesta-lights & blatant bling,

Fly me through the moonless-moth-winged night,

Where peace reigns within the blind man´s plight.

Abscond me from the sun´s glaring intrusion,

Wrap me profoundly within operatic seclusion,

Not in hate´s gloomy, blood-black doom,

But deep down, in Neptune´s peaceful spume.  

Dip me in the dark green depths of forest ponds,

And fringe me gently beneath soft olive fronds,

Remove me from banal noise & aching light,

Invite me to where I can adjust my weary sight.

Thread me into the velvet hems of witches’ gowns,

With every stitch & step, caressing their coven’s grounds,

Pen me into the languid poet´s pretty, romantic ode,

Where the tome´s dusty pages shall be my last abode.

House me in cave, sett, lair, den, eyrie, nest or drey,

As long as it is silent & enfolding, dark & very far away,

Bury me in quiet twilight winters of soft lilac snow,

To a place where only I know & the world cannot go.

Take me to where the wide-eyed owl watches & gently hoots,

To where soft brown earth nurtures the quietly growing roots,

To where the gentle bat kisses the starry midnight skies,

Where the hungry beast awaits his prey & quietly waiting, lies.

I seek the shaded recesses of God´s beneficent mind,

“Allow me entry, I pray, my Lord, so that I may slowly unwind”,

Within the sacred places & the secrets of words unspoken,

I shall rest awhile, until my soul unfolds & is so gently awoken.

Taken all those years ago, from my mother´s warm dark womb,

And as an archer´s arrow shot, returned swiftly to my dark tomb,

But in between life´s pages, of white clarity & empty spaces,

I seek desperately & continually, those quiet, still dark places.