Two Voices Poem by John Rickell

It is the noon, I feel it on my face
yet all is dark, black on black.

'Fret not nor weep, open wide your eyes
open your eyes to see the sun'

My eyes are closed, yet I cannot sleep
I am wake to black, black on black
the night can be no more.

'The night is yet to come, open your eyes
open your eyes to see the sun,
separate these two do not let them merge
cousins both reverse of one another,
day succeeds to night as night to day'

My eyes stay closed, I have no will
is it the sun I feel upon my back.?

'It is the sun there is none other
your back is safe, cease to cry
let those tears dissolve your fear'

How do I stop this crying, tell me
I will try, oh! How I will try
but first tell me how to see the sun
evening soon, the sun is falling in the sky.
Am I too late all is black?
Black and black again and the light fades fast
black rolls in, black on black, dark so dark.

'It is eve, you have no time to hesitate
take Hope to prise your eye-lids open,
it may hurt (it will) , brave my friend
brave the pain,
there is joy behind those fears, and light'

I must trust you as I can no other.
Can I trust?

'You must decide, that is your complaint,
I can no more, soon, before the sun goes out,
soon before the sun falls from the sky'