Midnight Messenger
Midnight gathers me
into its ever-deepening,
slowly-sinking folds.
Held there,
twisted in its dark creases,
endless yesterdays
and bleak tomorrows
taunt me.
I am stubbornly blind
to the calls of the moonlight
as a messenger arrives.
I am offered a gift.
A star.
Will I behold it
as something sharp and dangerous,
ready to burn me
even deeper into my darkness?
Or will I accept this offering,
this moment, this dawning,
this multi-directional,
ever-so-gentle starlight,
to see anew?
Is tonight a black abyss,
that feasts on my fears?
Or is it the host
of a light so tender,
so soft, so weightless,
so approachable,
that the darkness will claim me
nevermore?
DOROTHY BURY SHAW © 2021
Medium: archival inks, water color and colored pencil with collage elements on premium cotton rag paper
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Also available in limited edition giclee prints.