sterlingrose

When at last my faith in everything and everyone else has run out...this I still hold faith in.....only this...it is my solace, my comfort and my constant lover unquestioning and undemanding. Night is so very precious to my soul.

You, Darkness By Rainier Marie Rilke


You, darkness, that I come from
I love you more than all the fires
that fence in the world,
for the fire makes a circle of light for everyone
and then no one outside learns of you.

But the darkness pulls in everything-
shapes and fires, animals and myself,
how easily it gathers them! -
powers and people-

and it is possible a great presence is moving near me.

I have faith in nights.