Darkness Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

In order to go
Where I could know,
I had to venture to where
I knew not.
And darkness indeed did reign there,
In a grievous, barren, misty lot.
All suns, all stars had been forgot.
As I traveled in the haunted air,
Aware
Of naught- but knowing not.
I wandered to a shaded square,
In a moonless night,
Devoid of all light,
But the knowledge of knowing nothing
True nor bright.
I recall it was in the mournful spring,
When every shaded, willowy, cryptic thing
Gave to the breeze a dour rustling,
From such an awesome, opaque height.
I looked inside my soul- and its sight! -
How it thrilled me in that haunted night!
For it was bereft of all life,
All love, all light!
And in that horrid, wooded corridor,
Of solemn despair, of a deafening strife,
I found another door-
And the sun streamed in,
Amid a mystic, musical din,
And I beheld, as I had never done before-
An astonishing light! -
Yes- light-
Within!