Dark Soul - May 2, 2000

Sitting in the dark
I see so clearly
the outlines of the
things that lie
in my room.

The pale moonlight shines
casting a hazy sheen
on all that is below.

Struggling to peer
in the dark,
I wonder at my eyes -
do they really see?

I feel blinded,
surrounded
by a wall of ice.

Muffling that which
sees so clearly -
the heart.

I wonder -
how long will I last -
lurking in the penumbra,
gazing longingly
at the sun,
but kept in the shadows.

For although I remain
hidden,
I take joy,
and some pleasure
at those
that revel
in the sun.

For I am envious
of their joy,
but in a bizarre way,
I gain pleasure -
something about
experiencing the joy
second handedly.

And as I watch,
I dream of the shadows
where I hide,
comforting
in their darkness.

A familiar companion 
to a dark soul.

- title by KS