It was routine. Clockwork. Night would come inevitably and I would flock to light like a proverbial moth. I would avoid pools of blackness in moonlit gardens, though the moonlight never comforted me completely, and sidle up towards street lamps on deserted roads. For some, darkness is a fear of the unknown, but for me, it is a fear of all my imagination can conjure up in the spaces.
Or at least it used to be.
One evening Night swept in my room as I pensively contemplated life. He dressed in his usual attire of sinister black, and doffed his hat at me in friendly manner. I was not swayed by his affability, and immediately moved to turn on a light and send him on his not so jolly way. But tonight was different, odd. His gloom was enthralling. His eyes were glittering stars, they bade me come.
And so I did. Forgetting my apprehension, I tumbled out into the open air, my bare feet traipsing across the slick backs of sodden grass. The moonlight sparkled on the dewy blades, like stars that had fallen. I felt euphoric. I drowned in ethereal Night. I danced, I waltzed with Night. And he was agreeable. He drew me, and I felt a part of his personality, untamed beauty, quiet skies, mysterious sounds. Sky was his canvas, and he painted beautifully.
But by the by, he grew tired of me, I think, and turned cold. I stood patient though, as he became sullen, then finally departed.
And bid him a silent farewell as sparks of light shot through the sky.
We are friends now, in a sense, night and I. At least I understand him better, and I am no longer afraid of his mood swings, I bear them gracefully. Sometimes he is overwhelming and oppressive, dashing his canvas so that it is ruined, and other times he is fresh and pure, and paints smooth strokes.
I do not assume to understand Night, though. I learned to accept his violent changes, but I do not know what or when to expect them. For Night is not to be comprehended by trifling humans.
He is an enigma to all but one.
wow. I never thought of darkness that way. Very interesting!!! :)
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely day, xxxx~Kelsey
This is amazing - you have a wonderful talent here!
ReplyDeleteThank you for that comment you left over at my blog:) It made my day.
I look forward to more of your posts!
PS: I now follow your blog!
@Kels: Thank you. I know, it's rather strange. Sometimes I just get these weird ideas. I'll attempt to have a good day. You have a lovely day, too (although I'm not sure what time it is there). ;)
ReplyDelete@MaryRachel: Thank you so much, too. I am flattered beyond belief. ;) I love your blog, too. Thank you.
P.S. I follow your blog, too. ;P (wow, I just tried winking and sticking out my tongue at the same time. It was rather hard).
This is amazing and imaginative and beautiful. Night is a mysterious thing, but I love it. I've always had a special adoration for the moon, and there's some sort of wonder that comes alive in the dark. Lovely, truly.
ReplyDelete@Jennoelle: Thank you so much. You guys are flattering me to death.:p Yes, I do like the stars because they're so pretty and friendly, but the moon... the moon is so beautiful and mysterious.
ReplyDeleteI totally agree with you.
P.S. your blog posts are really good, too (so I shall follow you now, and expect a lot of silly comments about how lucky you are to get to go to concerts and etc). ;P