Darkness (Version #2)

I’m starting to descend

Into the angel’s grave

I’m painting dark paintings now

Come into their depth

The paintings are blackness

Cold, dark midnight blue

I need to bolt them to the walls

Permanent and Resistant

To the children’s grabbing

And to Salomé

My passion is growing

To fertilize the land

With my lasting soul

My shadows no longer lurk

They capture me and pull me

To the underground

The silence is no longer my enemy

But my constant friend

And eager lover

They continue to lie to me

Telling me about the fantasy lover fame

And I cannot even make a frame

I pretend all these years

Not to work in a morgue

Not to feel the grooves in which we slide

The door is opening for me

I must go

For it is time

To move

The door is ajar

I can see the darkness

Forgive me

As I must go ...

© 1998 David Greg Harth

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