The Dark Side

Is it when the mind lingers
as of its own mysterious
impulse, on the dark side
of the moon, conjuring up
from some unknown, mystical
source within, as though
Nature has equipped all her
creatures in the unknowable
vastness of creation, of the
infinite cosmos, of a thread
that connects each to all,
when we are reminded that
we are as motes of starry
dust forever recycled in
the never-ending cycle of
renewal, entropy, expiration,
that our emotions linger
on the darkest side of all
possible black moods?