The Promise of Darkness

I heard a promise;
Promise for a blazing blue dawn,
song of birds,
fierce sunshine
and hustle called life.
I held tight to the promise.

But soon the sun died
and promises were forgotten.
I sat there in a grave-like silence
Floating on the gentle breeze
Blowing onto my face,
a scent of untold love-
love for self

When lights burnt out 
and the moon and stars hid
behind the dark, heavy clouds,
when all was gone
I chose to hold on, just a little longer
for darkness is here
with a brighter promise

My eyes began to see through the darkness
and heard it say,
"People will move away and move on
leaving room for more of you
be born again.
Flowers belong to the morning;
Thankfully not the roots.
You are the root,
penetrating into a mystery called depth.
May not be seen
nevertheless, its existence none deny"

Darkness and solitude
both have certain sameness.
In here is where you exist, my friend
you exist in all honesty.
Darkness is here!
Show to it
Every fear, every thought
and every tear.
Shed those layers of masks
that you still think shields you
from judgments, questions and reality

When lights are out, darkness exists.
But not forever!
Morning will dawn
with a newer promise for you