drenched as I was once more
I sat and wept silently
the stillness ever
soft enveloped as I was
the golden light there
just beyond
the dark man stood. he’d been before but never spoke
seeming to always be observing only; waiting
yet this time, this innumerable time, he chose to address me, in my shroud
‘you there’, he said ‘I have watched you sit
I have seen you here before
there have been others occupying this space, shrouded in stillness as you are’
‘yet you’ he continued, ‘yet you draw me back in intrigue
I have a question for you; I must know
the other occupants weep and moan, carry on as if there is no escape
you though, I have noticed, while weeping you do as well, it is not sadness and mourning I see in your eyes
you weep with a lightness
tell me please and solve what’s riddling me: how is it you sit enfolded by me not with fear, but in light, even joy?’
cautious with my answer, for I know Dark Man always holds a trick, I responded.
‘ah Darkness, I can only count you my friend anymore. you have taught me, all these long years of visits, that when I see you coming, when I sense your enfolding, I can also expect that, what follows just behind you is my rebirth.’