The Dark Light

I am light
But not that light
Seen by and through the eye
A light neither bright nor diffused
A light which is,
Yet is not a light

But I am not darkness
The absence of light
Although I wrap myself
Within this cloak as well
(W)Here the myriad stars flicker,
Then come to naught

Do you see who I am?
Yet “I” is “my” cloak as well
Only riddles and songs
Of paradox will do
That’s why “I” call “myself”,
“The Dark Light”

 

We have received this poem from:
Scott Martin

 

 

 

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