Dark Woods Poem by Barry Middleton

I have moved in blackest woods
upon a moonless night

clouds were blocking out the stars
I lost the gift of sight

I was not fearful of the way
my feet assured me well

that I was on the proper path
I heard the dinner bell

it seems I never learned to take
a light along with me

perhaps I truly loved the dark
it seemed that way to me

the family always wondered why
I would stay out so late

and I could never find the words
but I was pondering fate

I learned the lesson of the woods
that darkness need not kill

and I could find my way to home
and I still have the will