Brighter Shades of Night

“For them, seeing shadows is the way to perceive daylight” – Michel Foucault

Whispered and hushed in the Morning song. Bring in the beautiful with the dawn. The light barely crept across the new horizon, As the glass jades it like a jewel, It rests itself, yawning, as it slips silent through the window. Each of these fractal beams, a richness, Each shaft, layers of perfect shade, Like the rainbow on crow, coal black oil, The sky smiles, darkness dissipates.

This is the simply sublime, The little chit of heaven in the corner of the eye. Through perforated plastic, and steamed glasses, The moon looks like sunshine. There is fear of tomorrow, like a looming abyss, But if open wide enough, darkness is revealed as this, The shadow of our brighter times, The only way to perceive daylight.

Could this tranquillité d'esprit last forever? This one moment trapped, like the restless beam of light, waiting to burst into a flower. Nurture it wisely, And dream some more. These days go by, their features writ in water. The world goes by, while shelter lies here forever.

Written by David Quinn

Photography by Beth Slattery