Tuesday, June 27th 2006, by Marissa A Spencer
perhaps...through a glass darkly...
The Darkness
The darkness can be such a soft, quiet place.
I feel safe, hidden, waiting in the silence
My mind reaches into the vast beyond
To greater spheres and greater places
While I am in my tiny existence here.
Do they see me?
I wonder at times.
Those who in their darkness wait
and watch and listen to the silence
Do they imagine they are fading away
into the darkness?
Too?
(c) June 27, 2006 Marissa A Spencer
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