in the core of darkness

This familiar whistle of the summer breeze

And with it the gush of memories

I relive them all, and as I fall

Into this eternal darkness of the night

I feel at ease, almost like home,

A comfort in the absence of light

As it opens its long black wings

In silence, my solitude sings

Songs that only I know, songs that I adore

The stillness of the night seems to play

Music, more soulful than any hum of the day

And in its embrace, I weep like a child

For I find solace at least for a while

It holds all my secrets, all my fears

Without judging, with no complaints

Strokes my hair, wipes my tears

As I hold on to that tiny thread

Uncertain of what lies ahead

A series of pictures runs through my mind

A black and white album from a different time

The present, however has a lot of grey

I hold on begging it to stay

With every plead, it moves further away

The  harder I grip, the more it slips

And I am left back in the arms of darkness

Yet I long for what doesn’t belong

To me…..