Darkside Of The Moon

I held the light in my heart
Even as in the long cold dark night
One holds the reflection of the
sun unrisen
Knowing as seeds
In their earth-covered winter
Know the promise implicit in their waiting:
I held the light that was not yet
But would be, and waited.....

But the sun does not rise,
And winter comes not

forth to Spring

And slow and dim
something within me
gropes.....

Seeking a lesson still not learned
whose strangeness is too terrible to know?

Something of cycles in which
The sun is not

And modes of being in which
The cold and dark are all