Darkness Here

Darkness Here

As I walk the evening stars
Map the halls of my memory,

And stars, though bright,
Provide no light for here,

But radiate there,
Where as fires they light dark space.

There's darkness here,
And I can hardly square

What was with what's to come,
Or why the luminous ball fell

And shattered with my dreams.
And all the more, now, to hear

The echoes of that crash,
And not to say "It's this, or that,"

But simply to receive
And to accept the painful fact.