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The Dark

The Dark is generous and it is patient.

It is the Dark that seeds cruelty into justice,

That drips contempt into compassion,

That poisons love with grains of doubt.

The Dark can be patient,

Because the slightest drop of rain

Will cause those seeds to sprout.

The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout,

For the Dark is the soil in which they grow,

And it is the clouds above them,

And it waits behind the star that gives them light.

The dark’s patience is infinite.

Eventually even stars burn out.

The Dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins.

It always wins because it is everywhere.

It is in the wood that burns your hearth,

And in the kettle on the fire;

It is under your chair and under your table

And under the sheets on your bed.

Walk in the midday sun and the dark is with you,

Attached to the soles of your feet.

The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.

The Dark is generous and it is patient

And it always wins-but in the heart of its strength

Lies a weakness: one lone candle is enough to hold it back.

Love is more than a candle.

Love can ignite the stars.


Beauty: to see a picture of her makes my heart swell.

I see her rarely, but every time I do, I still stutter to come up with a sentence.

Every time we talk, I always have a smile on my face.

I can’t be too sure if she noticed me the way I noticed her.

I already fell for her, but I don’t know if she did for me.

I truly adore her.

I feel that she is a forbidden piece of art.

If I lay one finger on her, she is tainted.

I’m an admirer from afar, but I can say that I see true beauty.

In her skin, her eyes, and her hair.

But most importantly, her heart.

In Beauty, the truth is found within, not outside.

I see it every time I look into her eyes.

When I do, I also see her soul.

Is it at all late to see if Beauty noticed me?

I cannot be too sure.

I want to see her face-to-face.

When I do, I want to be holding her hand.

When I hold her hand, she gives me confidence.

With that confidence, I want to tell her what I see in her.

And when I tell her, I hope Beauty can accept me.

To be accepted by true Beauty is, I think, to be loved.

And if that’s true love, then I will welcome it with open arms.


There she is you moron, I think to myself. Ask her. ASK…HER!

What if she says no? Then I’ll be humiliated.

You’ll only be humiliated if you take it that way. The worst thing she can say is no.


So what’s stopping you?

I’m nervous. I want to ask her, but I don’t know how.

Just walk up to her and ask her, “Do you want to go to Prom with me?”

Isn’t that too forward?

You don’t have to swoon her. Asking that question will get her swooning enough.

Are you sure?

I’m positive.

I took a deep breath and walked over to her.

"Jane," I said in a firm voice.

She turned around to look at me. “Yes?” She asked with a smile.

I stammered a bit, then came round, “Do you want to—?”

"Jane!" A voice yelled. It was John, the football player. He walked up to us.

"Hey, man," he said to me. "Jane," he turned his attention to her, "what time do you want me to pick you up to go to Prom?"

My heart sunk. My confidence shot down. I suddenly wanted to crawl into a black hole and die.

I didn’t hear her reply and he walked away.

Jane turned back to me. “What were you saying?”

"Nothing," I said and smiled weakly. I turned and walked away.

All I wanted to do was go as friends and I even blew that. AAAH! Stupid…

Hey, it’s not the end of the world.

Yeah, but now I am going to regret that moment for quite awhile…


Rebecca moves across the world
She’s a sirocco on the sand
She is the Nile that flows forever
Cutting a wound across the land
She’ll be your friend before you know her
She’ll have your trust before it’s earned
But like any nomad she will wander
Breaking the hearts of all concerned

History clouds what we remember
The one that you wanted her to be
Mystery shrouds her like an island
But it’s an island in a lonely sea
Oh, Rebecca
Oh, Rebecca

I was thirteen going on forty
Wasting my summer on the beach
Burned on the outside, raw in the middle
That Molly’s just too hard to reach
But Rebecca moved in, yeah she moved me
She was the best friend I’d ever had
And then one day she went away
Didn’t think I’d ever feel that bad

Where did you go?
Why did you lie?
Why did you leave without saying goodbye?
How ‘bout the promise
That you made me?
Was it really so easy to trade me
For another town
Another friend
Another beginning without any end…

So many times I would’ve called you
If I’d had your number in my hand
You were the one I would’ve turned to
When things didn’t go the way I’d planned
I never got a chance to tell you
Things didn’t go the way I’d planned…

History clouds what I remember
The one I wanted her to be
Mystery shrouds her like an island
Does she still remember me?
My life is like a turnstile
So many strangers passing through
There’ve been more than I can number
But I still remember you

Oh, Rebecca
Oh, Rebecca

I’ve lost many friends and this represents all of them. I do not know if it’s me or something else, but I was always left alone. These beautiful words speak to me.

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