The Light Barrier - Collaboration

Lying here alone in the night,

Waiting wearily for the dawn,

Not reading, avoiding thinking,

And the lights are always on.

I don’t really remember when

This particular habit began,

But I know it wasn’t something

That I learned in the Nam.

I certainly didn’t deliberately sit

Bathed in revealing light -

Not if I wanted to go on living

Through the deadly, ominous nights.

Now I lie here wide awake

Waiting quietly for the day,

While bright barriers of light beams

Hold prowling shadows at bay.

© 3/15/2006 Thurman P. Woodfork

Darkness and Light

Night oft becomes my days,

daytime becomes my night,

when darkness turns to greys,

and disturbs my inner sight.

We are not conscious of the ghosts,

That visit us in our sleep,

Yet they become our hosts,

To prevent us counting sheep.

When darkness turns to black

Then life will be no more,

As the light that we now lack,

Will slowly be restored ..

That we from sleep awake,

To the vision we prayed for,

Beyond our last mistake,

To live forevermore.

© 17 March 06 by Colin F Jones

I Can Cope

I can cope with the darkness

I can handle pitch black

Though I can't see an outline

I am used to the lack

I'm familiar with contrast

apprehension, mistrust

I'm resigned to the cobwebs

though allergic to dust

It's the charcoal that gets me

and those deep shades of grey

When the light in my kitchen

meant to show me the way

has been turned off forever

by some permanent switch

you might still hear me mumble

you might still see me twitch

They say black is too morbid

I should cling to the light

And as long as you're living

I won't give up the fight

But if you should surrender

or drift off in the haze

than my days will lose meaning

And those sad shades of greys-

-

Will be more comfort to me

then the light of the day

I can cope with the darkness

If you show me the way

Copyright © 03/17/06 Robin Amy Bass

Night Screen

What is there

in the dark

that is not

there in the light?

Why are fears

so much more

intensified in the night?

Are they not the same fears

that are real in the light

or is it that memory

just plays

its scenes

more vividly

upon the blackest

of night’s screens?

©2006 Faye Sizemore

In Light

In light

I cannot think

there is too much to see,

even though I blink,

darkness visits me,

In night

I think so much

though I cannot see

with light I’m out of touch

but in darkness

I am free.

© 3/17/2006 by Colin F Jones

Night Fright – Day Light

Fears from the past

that, in the day,

are by the light

held at bay,

are freed to roam

through shadowy gloom

when revealing light

has left the room.

The mind is not

distracted then

by the affairs

of mortal men.

Memories we wish

had never been born

people the night

until the morn.

Then welcome rays

from the rising sun

chase them back to

where they'd begun:

back to their caves

of remembered pain,

to lurk there in shadow

'til night falls again.

© 3/17/2006 Thurman P. Woodfork

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