The Darkness Is Defeated

One habit I can’t seem to shake, even when I’m dog-tired, is the desire to watch movies when flying. It's one of the few times I actually get the time to watch movies. I slept for a couple of hours on my flight to Chicago from LA (following 3 hours sleep Wednesday night) because there was no movie showing (and because neither pen and paper, or a book, could engage me enough to keep my eyes open). When I got on my 777 to London I finished writing out my blog for Thursday and then managed to stay awake through one and a half movies before deciding to take advantage of having an empty seat next to me.

As I pulled my pillow and blanket from their plastic wrapping this is the view I noticed out my window.

I always find sunrise to be an ethereal and moving event. The end of the darkness. The beginning of a new day. When I’m on a plane, which usually means I’m alone and heading somewhere new, the depth of the moment is even more so.

I felt inspired to to try and capture the moment in verse.

The Darkness Is Defeated

With the faintest glow of brilliant blue

The blackened sky is torn in two

And gradually this black we knew

Is disappearing

The darkness is defeated while

I watch from my seat in the sky

Hopes are born as rising fires

Grow never-ending

This moment captured in mind and lens

Emancipation as this battle ends

The freedom to begin again

Is over-taking

The sullen black, the dark, the dirt

The loss, the negative self-hurt

From voices in the blackness heard

Are withdrawing

Mirrored in this growing glow

My passion wells up from below

And through my veins new fires flow

No more debating

No more deflating

Just more creating