Today's Poem - Thursday Nov 13 2008
In the Dark
I knuckle an eye with my fist—
Fragments of non-existent light
Erupt where they cannot exist,
Blinding my non-existent sight.
We huddle by day in our joys,
Swaddled in rags of silk and hope
Like toddlers at play with toys:
By night, we twist all silk to rope
To tether the tiger, Desire,
And cradle demons, lest they wake
And set the lakes of Guilt afire,
As the walls of our dreaming shake.
The candle has guttered and died.
Here in the dark— within my mind
My terrors and tigers collide:
And all have eyes, but I am blind.
