dark forever remains a slave
it has no existence of its own
except in the absence of light
but then,
light burns out
dark is infinite
poetry and some more
poetry and some more
dark forever remains a slave
it has no existence of its own
except in the absence of light
but then,
light burns out
dark is infinite
SONYA KASSAM 
Dear Sonya,
Thank you for sharing this poem with us. The last line is powerful, and suggestive of an illimitable source from which, who knows, even light may be birthed.
All good wishes,
robert
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Yes, no one likes darkness but after light we need darkness as in night. :)
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…If I may respectfully disagree? Dark, by definition, is relative. Light exists and then dark is the comparative for when/where no light falls (dunno if I’m articulating this well enough?). Like you say, it is the slave, owned by Light.
Now, if it’s a mood or phase that you’re talking about (like the one I’m currently in…), then it seems infinite.
:)
PS – would like you to take a look at my post of today’s
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Ah sorry for your mood/phase. May it lighten up soonest :)
Thanks for your comment. I think we should not dismiss the power and beauty of darkness though it be a slave, and I don’t mean it in a “dark” way.
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