Undulating

Darkness and decay

Do they ever really go away

Or are they always there silently sleeping

Tendrils stealthily creeping up to light

Seeping through the cracks that open

Us in the process of living

In order to take us deep

Bringing down night

And if the greatest hope of the spirit

Is to rise

And find its way to fly

Free of earthly shackles and foreboding doom

How painful does it feel

To be trapped inside a room

Become both cavern and dudgeon

But there is something too of the soul

That longs for depth

And feels more at home within

The breakdown of decay

That is just a necessary

If so often feared aspect of living

For as long as we are born on earth

We are both blessed and cursed

To partake of this great dichotomy

As round and rounds its central axis spin

The spiral of our double helix threads

One snake of energy ascending

While the other descends

Soul and spirit weaving our journey

As deep within

We feel the twin pulls

Of dark and light