"The Shadow, My Cave"
by J.G. Vergara
03/06/2007

Shadows would be so lovely at this moment. The mind would rest and the heart would sleep. Shadows would be so lovely that the Sun would be dim and the moon not rise. Not rise. How great would it feel not to rise with dusk. To let it go on without my power to manuever through the light, bathed in darkness, shrouded, concealed. To hide, to enjoy life away from mortal toil.

The mind races still. Shadows would be so lovely at this moment. There is nothing left to say. There is little to calm the spirit, its fear overwhelms me. It doesn't let the resting of the constant turmoil that invades its domain, the domain that would be lovelier in shadow. Oh, how shadows would be so lovely at this moment. To close the eyes and dream sweet dreams.

I wish not to be mortal nor immortal. Both would add anxiety to my hands. There is enough in the light. There is enough to unsteady the hands in the world so bright, no calm in sight.

How I long for the rest that shadows bring, confined, chained to the cold walls, bound, to see only shadows. To forget the light. To forget the light and embrace the night.