Darkness

light is something to be admired
it is the essence of good
the symbol of a new day, of new life, of new beginnings
regeneration and hope
a reminder that light penetrates darkness
overcoming night and the shadows lurking within

but there is a peculiar beauty about the fog that cloaks the morning skies
something about it that disguises the world
enveloping, hugging, caressing
all who dwell in its grasp
speaking volumes in its silence
in a language that light never could

something about it that brings comfort and safety to its inhabitants
an uneasiness in what lurks in the distance
a beautiful uneasiness
that reflects emotions, unspoken fears, and the future
the very epitome of uncertainty

hiding behind the veil of misty clouds lies an unspeakable beauty
beauty which represents all the trepidations of the world
an emotion that not even the most heavenly of lights could reveal in its eternal glow
one it cannot translate
one it will not allow
for darkness consumes the soul
a magnificent darkness
reflected, embraced, created by the transient fog