The Light that Holds the Night at Bay
And when I flip this switch the night outside will be gone
and all the windows will gleam with our reflections.
Reflections of you and me and the couch and chair
Reflections of the inner world we create and inhabit.
Like a wall of mirrors, the dark reflections on windows and
patio doors infer that what transpires without
is not as important as what transpires within
I close my eyes and wonder
if the inside of my lids are like the mirror windows.
If I could turn on a light in my head
would everything outside of it disappear?
Would my mind be inundated with dark reflections
Of you and me and thoughts and dreams
As though the perceptions and memories of love
Were more important than the fact
I open my eyes in wonder and see as I’ve never seen before.
I am sitting next to my reflection on the patio door……I’m not on the patio door, my reflection is…..and I can SEE what you are saying. There is a reflection next to me that looks like my lamp is out in the front yard, but I’m still afraid of the dark.
Thank you Tony although I must say I sometimes wonder if there are psychiatrist out there reading my poetry, tsk tsking and getting the straight jacket ready for me! lol!
Ha! Don’t think there’s any need for the strait jacket yet! The beauty of poetry (and all creative writing) is that it’s a wonderful outlet for venting all those complicated feelings and thoughts that are constantly charging around inside our heads. It keeps you sane!
SANE! Oh, say it ain’t so, Tony! Sanity is so boring! lol.
Beautiful. Love the stand-alone ‘Hold me’ at the end, it completes the poem perfectly and encapsulates the mood of insecurity already. Those 2 words tell us everything. Perfect.
Yeah, you’re right. I made that comment during one of my rare lucid moments. I now withdraw it unconditionally! 😉