The Mystery of Inspiration

April 8, 2015 § Leave a comment

When I’m not writing, doing chores around the house, cooking, or catching up with friends and family on Facebook, I like to sit down with a good mystery/thriller. (Ian Rankin is one of my favorites, as is the mother-son team known as Charles Todd.) Lately, I’ve been reading quite a bit of Michael Connelly.

Just last night, I finished reading Connelly’s novel The Closers, featuring one of his recurring characters, Los Angeles Police Department Detective Hieronymus “Harry” Bosch. While reading the book, I came across several phrases that sort of stuck with me, phrases I wrote down, thinking I could use them for inspiration or turn them into something new. And that’s what I did.

When I first finished these lyrics, I looked at them and asked myself what this song is about. Most of my lyrics tend to be a bit straightforward than these, and as a result, it’s usually pretty clear what I am writing about. At first glance, that is not the case with these lyrics, not even to me.

As I re-read and thought about them, several things came to me regarding what this song is about. First, there is the perspective of time and of how time can change one’s perspective. There is also the idea of not giving up or giving in with regards to one’s dreams. Finally, there is the opposition of day and night, dark and light, but with the darkness presented as a positive force rather than a negative, as is often the case when referring to the absence of light.

I think that is perhaps enough (too much?) analysis. I quite light the overall sense of these lyrics, and I hope you will as well. The song title is taken from a chapter title in Connelly’s novel.

Darkness Always Waits

Here in the harshness of the dawn
I get the feeling that I should be moving on
To where, I really cannot say
It’s just a feeling, should be on my way

The patient moon waits for me
Her arms are open wide in sympathy
Knowing that I cannot depart
Gently, she smiles down on my heart

In the daylight, seems the road ahead of me
Is subject to the winds of fate
In the calm of night, the moon reminds me
Patience is a virtue
And gently whispers, darkness always waits

The coming dusk begins the dance
That in the music of the night sings of romance
The rustling leaves whisper to me
Of peace and hope and possibility

The graceful moon sends out her light
To help me navigate the mysteries of the night
Her fullness gently comforts me
Along a path I cannot see

In the daylight, seems the road ahead of me
Is subject to the winds of fate
In the calm of night, the moon reminds me
Patience is a virtue
And gently whispers, darkness always waits

In the calm of night, the moon reminds me
Patience is a virtue
And gently whispers, darkness always waits

© 2015 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

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