When Darkness Is All Around Poem by Mark Heathcote

I fumble for the light switch
when darkness is all around
ghostly, I'm not muscle-bound
I take on flesh; I'm in my niche.

When darling, you hold my hand
I‘m-no-longer-mislaid trembling
in quicksand, unsteady, sinking
I-find-love, I thought contraband.

I feel sunlight on my coarse face
I sense a purpose to proceed
in light or the dark; concede-
I won't, not while I feel safe.

Not while an allusive light is on
and it's shining-on-me full beam
not while I'm living the dream
recalling all wasn't an allusion.