He travelled to all four corners of the earth in search of the light. And he got nothing but scars to show for it. And one fateful day he found something strange. It was neither dark nor bright, some called it twilight, others called it nebula. So the poet accepted his fate and made his peace with it. He made his peace with darkness.
A letter to Aurora
I missed the coming of the sun
On the morning you ran across the sky.
I really wish I hadn’t, for now my destiny seems hazy
And these walls! They drive me crazy
Maybe you can talk to Sol, or Lunar!
Because on those nights I lie awake in the dark
It’s the moon and stars that give me hope
And just before dawn, I always hear your footsteps
Then you whisper a new day, and new light!
Oh! Believe me, I do hear your footsteps every morning
Not because they wake me, but because my eyelids can’t shut out the darkness
I watch you make your voyage across the heavens
To announce the coming of a new sun
I miss those days, when we all had faith in the light
When a new sun came with a new hope
And there are days I want to roam the earth with you Aurora
In the hope that one day I’ll find the northern lights
Will you hold my hand? Will you hold me close?
So that I may not shatter when the bolts finally strike
Hold me whilst the lights do their magic
Maybe I’ll heal. Or maybe it’ll be tragic
So if it all goes south, promise to let me go
Leave my soul behind at the mercy of God
On a large rock in a tiny stream
Then the waters will wash away this agony
But if I should make it out alive
Teach me the ways of the mirthful
Show me, Aurora! Show me ‘Normal’
Because there are days I get so lost within myself I forget how ‘to be’
And on other days I wish I lived out of my head
Like a bird high up in the clouds, or a penguin at the poles
Teach me the difference between warm and cold
For cold I know, but warm I’m clueless
And just as slowly as I got to this point
Lead me away, far north, to see the northern lights
In all their glory.