Darkness and Light

A reaction to a relative who died with Alzheimer's.

9/27/06  Darkness and Light

The darkness creeps in like a lion ready to pounce on its prey;
It doesn’t die, it only cries.

The darkness envelopes the wounded prey like a heavy shroud;
It doesn’t move, it barely breathes.

The darkness now covers the prey like a cocoon covering a butterfly;
It doesn’t sleep, it can’t think.

The light creeps in like a gentle bird on the wing shining on the prey;
It doesn’t open its eyes, it just lies there.

The light of the sun explodes like a giant camera flash surrounding the prey;
It doesn’t react, it struggles to breathe.

The daylight covers the prey like a warm fuzzy blanket;
It doesn’t feel it, it no longer breathes.

The light surrounds the prey like a giant spot light;
It doesn’t do anything, its spirit has taken flight.

The darkness creeps in again, like a thief in the night;
It doesn’t move, it’s finally free.