Dark Forces Poem by David Lewis Paget

There’s something a-move in your mind, girl,
Some deepest dark danger to you,
There’s something apace in the cloud and your grace
So intent on bewildering you.

There’s something in moon-shadowed buildings and barns
And your eyes in the eventime dusk,
And the shiver of nothingness sweeping the hedgerows
Of moon-glaring pillars of rust.

There’s something in forces and tides of the night
That is sweeping the eyes of your mind,
And pools of translucent, emotional movement
Envelope the well of your kind.

There’s something that dwells in the well of your kind
That retreats in a whisper from light,
But always tick-ticks at the moment the sun sinks
To drown in the sea of the night.

10 October 1973