Long Form

1213

I’m not afraid of the dark

If I gotta walk in the dark

Then I will dance in the dark–

Won’t see me fighting for the light

I will dance in the dark…

Don’t need candles for the dark

If I’m going to be in the dark

The hands I hold in the dark–

They’re the same as in the light

I’ll hold them tight in the dark.

1212

Feet below the surface

Out of breath.

Waiting for something

Is it for death?

I’m not convinced.

There’s a chance

It’s the moment of quiet–

The moment of silence

Nothing more

Than the moment before

Just another breath.

1211

I see the path to the door

A history of lines and dents

Beyond it a calling:

A soft and easy, embracing light.

Yet I stay inside,

Not hiding, instead striving,

As here, I feel, offers more.