I must have words for this,
Mustn’t I?
This familiarity with darkness,
This hollow empty state
That permeates when it’s near.
There’s one thing I know.
They’ll keep it from you,
The keepers
of this darkest of nights,
That light can be made;
Can be brought aflame,
In even the darkest of hearts.

That though lonely,
Filled with misery and woe,
My God,
I’d never have guessed it
but I
Found love,
Even there.