Supernatural

January 23rd, 2010

I stepped out into the black winter morning.

No stars, no moon, just black.

My boots made the only noise

Crossing the icy patch to the barn.

I  love the dark.

The cold dark

The cold still dark.

My chest would  rise in a prayer every time.

Thank you god for this beautiful dark.

But then one morning I opened my eyes.

Or perhaps the scales fell off?

god disappeared

And behold

The cold still dark was still beautiful.

Even more so.