Alone In The Dark Poem by Yury Emelianenko

I am alone in the dark because I am the only one who can see.
At this moment, the glass is dark, the candle is cold and because it is not lit I cannot feel the heat of the surrounding flame. Yet, at the same time, I am very much alive and there is nothing I would not like to do, but that will never happen, because I would be frightened. I sleep very well, even in the midst of the storm, because I am calm and so pleased to be home. I breathe gently in the light breeze blowing over the window, and I listen to the birds hooting and singing. I read the newspapers in the night. Not just a handful, but in dozens, as they gather in such a way as to form in a wide basket, I lead a circle of eyes, admiring their beautiful faces and their tremendous movement of their eyes with a phenomenal rise of the lashes. Yesterday, I had read about how the Arctic ice is disappearing faster than any projections! All the workers are sitting on the station they all look at the glass and I promise them my goodwill. They will go to their jobs, the station will continue its work to deliver the promised goods and the producers will begin their new production. But so will I, if possible, in spite of the weather. I watch the sky with my intention. All the time I look. Since I am so very alone, I have now returned to bed, and my sleeping is so very quiet and I am happy in my ignorance. I always sleep well in such a place. Nevertheless, to myself I am awake by the radiant light of the moon, because I have had no sleep before. I put my head over the pillow to look up at the sky, and now there is no longer so much work to do for the sunrise. Is there not an illumination? If there is there must not be people around here? Why do the rest have to stay in the station to keep safe from the possible danger of the new sunrise? No matter, a light can only be an indication of something that is happening. It is hard to look up there without fear and so all the work, including the hard work the miners undertake to get their goods, is done here. All has not been done, because from now on only me, and the work I have started, will do it. It is an obligation I have and it will not be undone until I give up it. All the time there are dozens of people - workers and so on - that will not be with me anymore and none will ever feel the coldness of their presence.