If we could see the darkness as it really is
Not just the blurred concealment of all to human eyes
Should we be amazed, should we be surprised?
Is it merely the sleeping time for some
And the hunting hour for others,
Or is it like a subtle disguise
For those who prepare the candy horizon,
A warm sun to dry tears from the waking grass,
That they, in turn, may take their rest
While we see what their light permits.
Before we see in darkness more
Discover daylight's hidden store.