Afraid of the dark and longing for light dread lengthening days until solstice the seeking sons of daylight fading daughters of the morning subdued wishing away the evenings on the level waiting for the earth to rotate and turn. We dream of living in the light yearn for an imaginary diurnal eternity for years of blue hued twilight nights shortened by early rising and late setting summer sun shy of slumber embers of sunlight that flame to burn the day. Living in light that never fades or wanes we would miss the moon that would never wax forever squinting to search for darker shades. Would we hide from the blissful glare of life be blinded by the euphoria of illumination? Would we soon seek the darkest shadows? Ciaran Burke
