I Tried To Catch It As It Fell

The darkness – opening in the shape of a poem

there in his room papered in song that speaks 

 of a life and a mind still whet with words.

. . . . .

Pausing at a window's edge,

we eye, at will, his heart and soul

lit up by old and amorous ideas.

Flecks of wisdom built upon

yesterday's unresolved derivatives

are offered as strands of prayer –

an incandescent language that

deeply engages the body, the soul.

We probe its darkness for signs,

knowing whoever wants in –

in praise of its beautiful mystery,

will get in, to embrace his dark,

habitually punctuated by light. 

. . . . .

I used to love the rainbow

And I used to love the view

I love the early morning

I pretend that it was new

But I caught the darkness

And I got it worse than you

I caught the darkness

I caught the darkness

It was drinking from your cup

I said is this contagious?

You said "Just drink it up"

~ Leonard Cohen 

(Lines from Darkness/Old Ideas)