Eyes shining with the unshaken belief of being honest,

Always having tried his best to put all doubts to rest,

Never even attempting to deceive by showing colours that weren’t,

Steady at the risk of being boring, True at the risk of being apparent;

In moments where my soul was shaken and all but fractured,

He was there – never asking that question which was unanswered,

Soothing and strengthening at the same time with my head in his lap,

Allowing me to take, needlessly, that desperately needed nap;

To wake up to life and that feeling of hope running through my blood,

Causing my mind with all those childhood moments to suddenly flood,

With optimism neither seasoned by reason nor practiced with any direction,

When energy for an act came neither from knowledge nor from a premonition;

When courage was pure and so was fear,

When laughter was sure and so was tear,

When variables were few and equations fewer,

When dreams were new and actions newer;

He knows – having seen it all through the years,

He smiles and nods – letting me know that he hears,

I can see that he is insane and can be cruel if he so chooses to,

I await the first drop of rain – then the duel that always amuses so;

The one between light and dark,

One all pervasive and the other just a spark,

One relying on faith, the other on honesty,

One baying for action, the other not so hasty,

One choosing to explain the last selfish or cowardly act I had seen,

The other just allowing me to absorb the impact of where I had been,

Opposite ends of a spectrum bending over themselves for my benefit,

For a mere child’s comfort - changing forms and shapes he always saw fit;

He knows I will always value mere access to his presence,

He knows that he is inseparable from my very essence,

And so he remains elusive and enigmatic to remind me of his power,

They call him the Dark, and just out of my reach he will always hover…