This Short, Dark Time
Men andclouds, curious expectations of an ending moment
That has never been enough to complete
Even one story,
And every story
Has the measure of the muted thought of longing,
Knowing the vast incomplete domain of
This short, dark time.
Apples and glaciers, toys of music and celebrations
That cheer the ephemeral heart
For one day,
And every day
Means less days for sowing the tree of consequence
That lifts the lives of every creature and vapor of
This short, dark time.
Rejoice!
The darkness sifts pride and sadness,
And captures eternity,
Shifting forms that rise forever to never-dark,
And resign this short, dark time.