Depth of Darkness

[Herz]

Darkness, you and I, Sorrow, we are one and the same. As a tribute of our continuing existence, take this wounded heart of mine and return it to the night, the origin of day, so that I may suffer in silence, in the calm of the cold air of the night, while I run away and hide in my own misery in the dark. This peculiar realm of humanity that I reside has brought about in me much a pain of sentimental kind, as I also share an identity with the moon so lonely. The solar circle, here, is an illusion of splendor, make-believing reality to be flowery and fragrant, oh so beautiful to the eyes and warm to the heart, when actually it is just a phase, a turn of the hands of an imaginary clock. Misconstrued to be an accomplice to the star, the lunar circle, although it wanes and waxes casting a shadow to cover and deceive from the depression and loneliness, a consequence of dreams, is calming and easy free from the promise of Light, because Darkness is ever present in emptiness, solemn and sorrowful, while Light once kindled, happy and hopeful, always dwindles and then dies. It is of no surprise that Darkness never leaves, visiting now and then to defeat mortal Light and prove eternal Darkness. There exists always a lack of Light, but never a lack of Darkness. Light begins from Darkness, and in Light there is Darkness. Darkness is the absence of Light, and yet, in the presence of Light, Darkness is nearby and returning...