Fear of the Dark

A long exposure with some friends on Mauna Kea

Your light connects me to glorious hue,
A flick of your switch unleashes your glow
And it illuminates, at first blinding yellow,
Then calm, incandescent orange. Your view
Allows me to see what’s true,
To watch any colorful thing I desire.
Like an ancient stone torch on fire,
I religiously worship you.
But when your light goes low,
I find myself unsure of things I know.
Bitter black barricades trap me,
And I cower below my cold, thin throw.
Please lamp, for now, smother my dread.
Throw your warm white blanket over my bed.