Darkness and Blackness

Lately the fine red branches have
Slowly crept up, little by little
Reaching for the dark brown orb
Arm raised, hoping for better springs
Of mellow fruition when it would not
Rain so much, and nor would the twigs
Choke in the artificial grey smoke.
But the clinic heart is not breaking
So healing stays long aloof.

And her eyes sink beneath clouds
Of blackness, thinking of days
When the sky would rumble with noise
And her world would fill with darkness again.
Drifting away she'd find a friend, to reaffirm
Darkness and blackness are not the same.
Darkness is the absence of light
Blackness when light ceases to survive.