is covered by the low clouds, unseen
it draws up the waters within you
the shadow of what is near
obscures what is far, still
it draws up the waters within you
to be deprived of such a companion
it could make a strong man weep,
--how much more so a weak one?
in these years, the darkness unlit
lays heavy on the streets and houses
how are we to navigate the dark,
without the good proof, and temerity,
of a light that disregards,
the lien of the night?
