What is darkness

What is darkness

But an absence of light

Is there anything more to it than that

There is little hope

Within its depths

No crack or gleam

Dampening its despair

It is invisible

There is nothing to see

No flower or bloom

Of colour

What may not be seen

Is no longer there

Are all objects

Subject to impermanence

Do they exist only

In theory

Unless they appear

Or because they occupy space

A cat in a box

An ice cube

A clear glass pane

Visible only when marked

Or impure

Breathed upon

Coloured in

Are we the light

To splinter darkness

Do we fashion

A universe

To keep its absence

At bay

What happens when

We fade

Our radiance

Moth eaten at the edges

Gathering gloom

Do we succumb

To a final absence

Are we transformed

Into a rainbow

Caught inside

A perfect crystal prism

Is our shadow

More than meets the eye

Where does it go

As it too

Slowly disappears

Melting

Into darkness

Where it will sit

Blindly, waiting

For a light source

To be revealed.