Thorefin,
Therifen,
Theraphin,
Raven Angel.
I do not expect
you to undestand.

I am he.
He is me.
She are we.
We are thee,
And there are more.
I do not think
This is something
Ordinary men conceive.

All the paintings of darkness
Are not to impress upon the critics
The level of my shallow depth,
Nor are my phrasings for the sake of vanity.

It is the darkness that gives lessons to the light, of things that I am not afraid to learn.

Like a papillon in a  season of change,
I am transformed into a dark lamp,
For I  have stood in many shadows.

I have soaked up the knowledge.

In my shadow,
Illumination awaits.

You see me every day on your city
Street, you notice me outside, wave,
Quickly hear my thanks as I enter your
House without another word, I take
Off my jacket and start in on your meal.
We eat and drink everything, unlike everyone else
You give us a small pat on the back, and so now
We must pull out our books and it is your
Turn to learn, to be brought to real light,
Our shined black shoes glisten in your lamp.
So now you will only take part in being shown
Our path to follow, the guide to believe
In, the miracle of speaking, of strange
Works, so you can pay all your money
Right to those who "will need it most."
As we leave, we only ask one thing,
That you always remember we'll be
Waiting on you, counting on your
Further interest in our promises.

There is a street lamp at the end of my driveway
A luminescent lollipop
Flooding the cement with a pool of yellow light

But I'm still afraid to go out after dark
To trod through the grass or dance across concrete
And make it past that street lamp

They are on every street corner in my neighborhood
Crafting a world in which darkness does not exist
But I'm not afraid of the night; I'm afraid of being seen

Shimmering
Disillusion
in the darkness.

Dancing
Bright lights
Cast tiny speckles
of colour.

Rain drops
on glass panes
Are,
briefly,
Illuminated.

Dew-dropped night
stands
ever-hushed and empty.

Heavy clouds
weigh on sky, in
Anticipation.

Two thousand people sleep
And only one
Watches the lamplight.

The lantern bunting
Is looped between the street
Lamps against the sea
It is gorgeous
When you walk among them
And see
The dusk
When horizons
of ultramarine and seaweed
collide with cantaloupe and dusty red and honey .