Darkened

Sunset


I came up with this little piece yesterday. It was written whilst I was listening to ‘Lights Down Low by MAX’, a song I only came across a couple of days ago and instantly fell in love with (the video is below!). I guess this poem is the opposite of the song, but I suppose then it’s like a question-and-answer type thing.

I haven’t come with a title for it yet – it’s ‘Darkened’ for now but I might change my mind – but I really wanted to share it 🙂 (If anyone has a name, feel free to tell me, but I’ll probably have one in a day or two).


If I turn the lights down low,
Will you love me better then?
I’ll be obscured from view…
Not a sore for your eyes.

Some days I envy your words.
They give me the air I breathe.
Other times, they suffocate
And light will swim, before everything turns black.

But then that’s how you like it:
Black. No touch of divinity
Would reach this soiled place.
A place you like to call your darkroom.

Yet, the features won’t come into focus,
Not with the crispness you seek…
My imperfections will grow and change,
Not stuck in that snap of time.

So I’ll let you turn the lights down low,
Because you’re here, now, with me.

©DeclarableSerene

Photo Credit: Sarah / CC BY 4.0


What Lies Beneath

Guy


You know what?
I look into your eyes,
Shining shards of glass –
Windows to something I can’t see,
And I wonder.

To see my reflection is a strange thing,
Staring back at me hopelessly distorted.
I wonder what you see. Do you see
The unfaltering smile that I carry,
Only in your presence?

Sometimes I dare think you mirror me,
For when I waved you did
But no one else does.
I’d like to think your smile,
Only one other friend can conjure.

And then there’s one problem
I cannot figure out.
I love you dearly,
The pair of you.
But must you bewilder me so?

Looking at you now,
With those piercing chocolate shards,
I wonder if perhaps the other
Is more deeply-rooted
In that which they share with you.

If you’d only tell me what you see,
Perhaps things could move more easily.
But truthfully, it is the other
With whom I tread carefully,
So I don’t rip his roots from beneath him.

Time soon comes to pass:
What will we do with that we have left?

©DeclarableSerene

Photo Credit: vanessa_hutd / CC BY-SA 4.0

Leaves of all Colours

 

Photo Credit: Robert W / CC BY-NC-SA 4.0

Walk with the Dead

Photo Credit: Martin Fisch (Edited by DeclarableSerene) / CC BY-SA 4.0

Dead of Night

 

Photo Credit: Groman123 (Edited by DeclarableSerene) / CC BY-SA 4.0

Full Moon

Photo Credit: Robert S. Donovan (Edited by DeclarableSerene) / CC BY-NC 4.0