Why do we fear the darkness?
Is it the fact that the complete absence of light shows us our worst fears?
The vacant stare of emptiness takes hold of our paranoia and turns it round to face us standing tall?
The shadows our eyes tell us are there, dance and whisper to us saying in the dark there is fear.
The slow, silent venture as the sun slips behind the curve and we sit in our black, scared to death of what we can not see.
Or is it the fact that in darkness there is no colour of which to paint our dreams?
To be patiently waiting in the stillness of nothing.