It was so dark,
yet I could see,
I could feel and smell
I could hear someone yell
I was in my comfort zone so I pondered,
"why would someone feel so bothered?
especially about the dark?"
the time when you do not get to see somethings
your imaginations are everything
I ignored the voice calling
I wanted to feel peaceful communicating
thinking deep and talking to the moon
I thought deep about you
The moon kept ranting about the sun
but I kept thinking about you.
You kept me moving in the dark
when I felt like I was going to lack
you made me vibrant
when there was no light.
you are the reason I love the dark
that is the only real time I get to think about you, Mark