Dark Radiance

By candlelight a couple huddles together listening intently to the eerie silence. A cloudless night and yet the Moon and the Stars are invisible to sight and yet all about is illuminated by a dark radiance and the heavens are peacefully at rest enveloped by the soft unspoken-ness of an infinite afterglow. A couple by candlelight peeling away the deafening silence by its compressed layers not knowing and yet knowing that the moment has come and that the day of cleansing and refreshments are very near, even here. The Moon has forsaken its mistress and the Stars are all in attendance celebrating the long awaited hour of jubilees. She turns her head from the silence and stares deeply into his eyes where she views neither fore longing, anxiety, bereavement or fear. The peace of conclusion and renewal is wrapped around the cosmos and the acceptance of finality and beginnings has made amends with closure as one of the many lit candles flickers and then goes out.

The cream of the crop has sprouted seed grounded by shallow roots and the harvest is to be gathered into piles and burned away without a trace from the bud to the shoot. A candle for every day and the melting wax for every night as raging winds toss the waves of the Seas in a quietude that dazzles the mind with the lure of eternal peace. The words "I Love you." Proceeds from his mouth but stops short of entering into her ears as every uttered word is absorbed by the silence and the time to speak is no longer here. Not a very long before clustered within an intimacy called the Here and the Now the time was ripe to address issues outstanding but now the heart spoken is to no avail as the day has grown pale and yet to live is more to die as time is being shaken away like unwanted dust from a blanket. She sees his lips moving and she understands his intent and she responses with her own words of endearments but enrollment has sidestepped a great many and a dwelling place originally designed for a very few has had to undergo significant enlargements to accommodate the many and still there is but scant standing room.

By candlelight a couple snuggles together embedded into the universal silence that embraces all existence. The opening was shone with a glimmer of light but the light did not appreciate the hope and so closed the opening before the beauty of it could be fully realized. Long years of decay has brought about the hallow shout that the doomed can save the day by personal and collective wits being so engrossed in its feeble knowledge as to suppose a mortal devised and created utopia and a human implanted paradise and in the still harden quietness there is the roar of many laughter's that sees the folly in basing faith upon self deceit. Another candle dims then flickers and finally goes out leaving a raising line of smoke to disappear by dispersion into the expanse of its surroundings. True north and true south is only valid with the positioning of the galaxies and the galaxies are only valid as long as there is a thought life to comprehend it because by thought the physical was formed and the asleep was shaken awake only to be so wise in wisdom as to promote the state of a walking sleep.

He lightly squeezed her hand in a gesture to express comfort and companionship but the day of atonement despairs of the empty cart and mocks the pleads of the witness performed before the mercy seat and the seat is engulfed with the smoke of separate generations that ascends and descends carting with it the wailing of the rude-fully awakened. She smiles inwardly to the pressure that is applied to her hand applied by his in a fond moment of reflection but she knows that the time of patience has completely boiled over and that those who have not never will, will get that which they have not missed and that the time is come to decentralize the focus and to bring the tried and the failed to an end of its voyage of backwardness and misgivings. By candlelight a couple has ceased to look towards an Earthly focus as the Moon has been released from its magnetic grip and the Stars are twinkling out like the flames of the candlesticks one at a time.