Saturday, December 5, 2015

Lux Obscura

[From: "The Last Journal of Gwyllyn"]

A light unseen, an infinite weight,
pressing down, with power to raise
these mud-eyes from the tangled haze
towards a glorious and hidden gate.

But where can I turn
under light of day
that will not be now
a turning away?

For the vast world now appears spread out
like thin marmalade on mildewed toast,
like foul waves breaking on a broken coast,
forever roaring and tumbling about.

While in great silence the light blooms above
bringing deep darkness to drown my sight,
a resplendent night-cloud at noontide height,
concealing an unspeakable and boundless love.

And where can I turn
under light of day
that will not be now
a turning away?