Posted by obsidian on September 26, 2008, at 17:59:02
In reply to Re: can't find my way home, posted by obsidian on September 26, 2008, at 17:46:41
We grow accustomed to the Dark
When light is put away
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her GoodbyeA MomentWe uncertain step
For newness of the night
Thenfit our Vision to the Dark
And meet the RoaderectAnd so of largerDarkness
Those Evenings of the Brain
When not a Moon disclose a sign
Or Starcome outwithinThe Bravestgrope a little
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead
But as they learn to seeEither the Darkness alters
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight
And Life steps almost straight.
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