The Dark, they say, is the absence of light.
My heart disagrees.
Without light there is no colour and in The Dark that’s all I see;
Behind closed eyelids a world takes shape:
It’s smell and touch and taste
It’s a soft blanket wrapped around me
While I lay on burning sand
It’s the smell of night drifting in my open window
While the ocean spray fills my nose with salt
It’s the minty taste left on my tongue from toothpaste
While all I can taste are sunscreen kisses from the messy boy sitting next to me
the black of the night and the blue of the mid-day sky
the yellow of the street light and the gold of the bright sun
the pink of the water bottle on my nightstand and the red of beach-bum skin
It’s colourful and
warm under my blanket and
dry in my bed and
soaking in the waves and
chilled in the sea breeze.
The Dark is anything but when my heart is involved.