In a younger time
I did my work
in late darkness,
in after hours,
fighting sleep;
at my best
in a room
with lights off,
door closed behind me
to leave
what had happened in daylight
outside.
Now,
my work unfolds
at night’s end,
before dawn;
after sleep, still
in darkness, still
in a black room
with door closed.
I once was glad
for that darkness
which pulled a shroud
over what had been;
I may be more glad
for this darkness,
a stage curtain
which when pulled back
frames and shapes
what’s yet to come.
Dark Matter 
November 16th, 2013 at 9:12 am
I really like this, both the words and the sentiment.
November 16th, 2013 at 10:09 am
Thanks, Deb. I just tightened it up a little…hope it still works for you.
November 16th, 2013 at 7:14 am
Touching and beautifully written…I really enjoyed it!!
Hope all is well with you – Chris
November 16th, 2013 at 10:09 am
Chris — Thank you, I am as well as can be expected, though I’m dealing with a nagging knee injury right now that is hindering me just a touch.