Taken from the Night

There was a time when I adored the night.
That absence of colour, everyone equal in faded sight, the clamour of every ones attempts to keep this ball rolling dimmed to a faint echo of a whisper.
The flicker of a candle flame dancing like a better day casting shadows that reinterpret themselves with the beauty of an artist freed from the shackles of flesh and consideration.
The closeness we shared away from the world seen only by the untold expanses of the universe.
The clarity of a thought seen through a eye no longer blinded by a thousand other distractions.
A world beyond a world glimpsed only in flashes and images that hint but don't tell.
In those days the history of a life and the future of a moment would meld together in a collage of stars that spread out further than I could imagine and knew more than I dared bask in for longer than a heartbeat.

........But then you were gone......

And now as I look up at that desolate ocean of space and it looks down on me with neither warmth nor understanding I see not the wonder of an existence without boundaries but an eternity of a connection lost never to be found. All I can do is call out into the void, there is never an answer, but I need you to know that there was a time when I adored the night.