It was dark in the morning, <br />it was darker than night. <br />It was dark when the moon shone, <br />and it was dark when the sun shined, <br />even though it shined bright. <br /> <br />The darkness it hid in those places unseen, <br />it hid in the shadows which were hiding in me. <br />It hid in the places that hide from the light, <br />it hid behind doors that were closed, <br />and keep all from our sight. <br /> <br />That darkness had eyes that peered out, <br />with dark cloaked motives, <br />that carved up the wholesome <br />(into things that can bite) , <br />with the feel of our nightmares, <br />that cleave to the night. <br /> <br />It was dark in the evening <br />as dusk settled and spread, <br />it was dark as I thought it <br />(as we do in our heads) . <br />But in the silence of dusk <br />that darkness had fled.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-46/
