Diana van den Berg
Diana van den Berg Poems
Wall Of Darkness
I stood and looked in the cool of the twilight -
the sun was peacefully sinking low,
her last rays glowing and lovingly encompassing
the world in a soft and rich, warm glow.
Suddenly a trembling, rumbling, grumbling
shook the world of that mighty plain.
and out of the east, with a powerful thundering,
the wild black horses of dark night came,
Tossing their heads as they galloped in number,
their tails outstretched in the whistling wind.
I stood transfixed as they surged towards me,
unable to move or turn away.
Larger and larger they grew ...
A Difference Made
When dark crawls small
around the throat,
and soul-stones grind both grey
and tears glass-freeze
before the words,
and flow seems ebb, forever more...
just one warm word