Ohmilanta

He sits in his chair in the front row, clasping his weathered hands and glancing quickly around with the wide, worried eyes of a child who's lost his mother, occasionally he pulls out a handkerchief and wipes his brow and tucks it safely away as his eyes drop to the floor in a silent prayer. The names of the recently diseased echo to the back wall of the sanctuary and fall heavily on the loved one's shoulders as they stand in solemn recognition. One name is read and the man looks up with a heavy gaze, lifting his eyes to the ceiling. Tears stream down the valleys of his face and he retrieves the hankie with two hands that don't move as quickl

People whisper in respect for the night, one by one they turn on the lights and the darkness outside their windows pulls its curtains of ink. The sun rounds the earth and it's night time again, out goes the lights and the darkness creeps in, revealing the shadowy shapes it onces held captive behind its midnight curtain. Only can we see what the darkness holds hidden when we turn out the lights and become one with the night, for light holds no friendship with darkness, and as is illuminated the side of the light, the darkness pulls the curtains and Covets                  The Night.

Her feet trudge across the cool floor, exhaustion draped heavily over her shoulders. She just needs some relief, something to calm the dizzying storm in her head, peace. She steps over the threshold of the tub and cringes as the water chills her. As the temperature climbs she sighs and lowers herself onto the floor of the shower and curls up into a ball. She lets the water run over her bringing with it a sense of peace. She lays there for a while, watching the burning drops rolling off of her eyelashes and disturbing the water below. Her hair swims around her in a halo of shadowy brown. Her mind, once dashing with thoughts of here and now, se