Let me remain here in the enclosing labyrinth of words <br />where the faint, obscured stars shine brightly for me <br />instead of imbibing their pastry and coffee <br />for their world is better, left unsaid <br /> <br />You can say very little and become like a rock <br />but that is no kind of virtue for a man <br />whose mind was not made <br />only for breaking open ground nuts <br /> <br />And their religions would restrict us to only things <br />the caveman had, lest we squander our living <br />in the pleasure of leisure; many small minds <br />can still make a strong wall <br /> <br />Keep dreaming your unholy dreams of tomorrow <br />and don't shield your face from the too-bright sun <br /> <br />Inside us is a secret place exhorting us towards truth, <br />the kind that’s known only by experience, <br />and none other can stand your place for you <br /> <br />Their sterile nights are but the first stirrings of our eternities..<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-when-night-is-deepest-and-longest/
