Embraced,
But never crushed by the arms of the capture.
She smiled in my face and I dared to smile back,
For warmth was something she could never lack.
Turn off the lights, she said,
Without question my darkest thoughts were fed.
Hi, with a smile,
Hello with a grin,
Have you ever thought maybe he dislikes the color of your skin?
Okay that's enough, no need to think this way,
But seriously, do you think he could love you on any given day?
What does he think of the words that you so carelessly say?
Stand still, shoulders back,
Smile! Not too much, just a crack.
Oh my God, they're walking in my direction,
Forget all the things you could possibly mention.
I know it's lonely in the darkness,
Though I doubt anyone has told you
You are the moon
i throw food out to the
black raw cold
anything is taken
tough rinds hard outer leaves
out there is such vast
wordless hunger
animals hidden
in the dark soundless
waiting staring
the bush breathes sniffs restless
everyone hungry even
in houses fed
Traveling through
the long winter nights
at the speed of dark.
I COME to you, blind, hunted creeping things,
I come your way ;
Though I had chosen sun-sweet air and wings
And the blue day.
Now through the clinging darkness I must creep,
Dim citizens, with you my tryst to keep.
I've had my soaring time, my long, light day.
Shall I complain
If for a space I go a heavier way
In bonds and pain ?
The lords of life know neither high nor low,
The heart of man by many a road must go.
If I can bear your love like a lamp before me,
When I go down the long steep Road of Darkness,
I shall not fear the everlasting shadows,
Nor cry in terror.
If I can find out God, then I shall find Him,
If none can find Him, then I shall sleep soundly,
Knowing how well on earth your love sufficed me,
A lamp in darkness.
I thought of you when I was wakened
By a wind that made me glad and afraid
Of the rushing, pouring sound of the sea
That the great trees made.
One thought in my mind went over and over
While the darkness shook and the leaves were thinned--
I thought it was you who had come to find me,
You were the wind.
You have always gotten up after blows
And smiled... and shaken off the dust...
Only you could not shake the darkness
From off the bruised brown of your eyes.
Beat the drums of tragedy for me.
Beat the drums of tragedy and death.
And let the choir sing a stormy song
To drown the rattle of my dying breath.
Beat the drums of tragedy for me,
And let the white violins whir thin and slow,
But blow one blaring trumpet note of sun
To go with me
to the darkness
where I go.
I lit my tallow
An hour ago,
And now it is burning
Dark and low.
The glimmer lengthens
And turns about,
Sinks in the sconce--
Then flickers out!
On the top-stone.
A nipping wind blowing.
Winter dusk closing in from the south Ards.
The moon rising, white and fantastic, over the loch and the town below.
I take off my hat, salute her, and descend into the darkness.
Darkness.
I stop to watch a star shine in the boghole----
A star no longer, but a silver ribbon of light.
I look at it, and pass on.