Prompt (Two for Tuesday): Write a bright poem. Write a dark poem.

Bright/Dark

We worship suns,
shoot for stars,
land on moons.
Light shapes our days
adjusts our moods,
drives us to walk down
life’s cold and lonely
tunnels, led by outstretched
hands, stumbling over
our own feet. We’d rather seek
hope’s pale flicker than live
in a darkness that obscures
our vision, forces us
to hands and knees
in its presence, until
we are frozen in place
by the fear of solitude
and the internal mysteries
we long to embrace.