Thursday, May 3, 2018

"Dear Dark" is my poem of the week.

Dear Dark
4.26.14
Your mass is my measure,
your comfort is my masseur,
the length of your encompassing
score is my paramour.
Muse and mindfulness are married.
You are my first museum to glorify
and display my bliss.
You kiss me all over...
More than my nighttime friend, your
clarity includes all the emollient
freshness developed on your walls.
Your abandonment of light provides
insight on all days' events, you are the
coolant, the combatant that strengthens
my vision on whatever I invite and recall.
Many dub you a drape for the grave, but my
nomenclature, second to your likeness, is Freedom.

© 2014 Jarrod C. Lacy