Pray for the Darkness, Not the light:

When night falls,

and the clouds turn to smoke

Rolling slow and smooth,

as if to be something entirely different from their daylight brother

You pause for a moment and think to yourself

‘It’s getting dark I should probably go inside’

But your body doesn’t move

Your mind reminds you a second time

‘It’s getting dark and getting late, I should probably go inside’

Your feet don’t move

You pause for a moment and look down

Staring at them like you would your 7-year-old dog

‘What’s the deal? We’ve been doing this since we were two.

Brain says move feet. Feet move feet.’

Nothing.

The wind chimes ding and dong as the air rustles across your face

You know

You’ve always known

Your mind is silent

Your soul is strong and alive

You slowly pick one foot up, then the next

You knew before you even asked yourself

You’ve always known the path

Into the darkness, to be saved by the light