the dance of darkness and delight

Some may say the two shall never meet, 

    dear darkness and delight

but I know better for I have seen them 

dance in the morning glow

embracing the painful glory of 

    life and loss and love

in a two-step, tango then flamenco

    oh darkness and delight 

Elegantly they frolic, 

    sometimes in harmony, 

    sometimes in unrest, 

the one never forsaking the other 

as the spin, leap and sashay their way 

through a forest and a glade, 

    a somber yet joyous promenade

Til darkness stumbles and trips a bit, 

and delight nearly swoops on in

but then pauses, 

    gives her space

    lets her breathe 

before lifting her up, wiping her tears, 

and dipping her at the hip

Darkness never departs from delight 

their fates long intertwined– 

    which neither seems to mind

for they exist in tandem 

                 exuding hope and sorrow 

    at once ecstatic and morose

in their carefully choreographed chaos, 

dear darkness and delight dance 

    to a beat named "mundanity," 

    to a chorus christened "lush"