Watching the night approach with silent tread <br />Waiting to clasp his hand. <br />Waiting for that compassion <br />That pretends not to notice faults <br />Of stammering, stumbling, lisping or halts. <br /> <br />Darkness softens, hides, transmutes <br />Bases qualities into gold <br />Moonbeams dance on rooftops; it may be <br />Soon I those rays of light could hold. <br /> <br />But words enter unbidden into my mind. <br />Like in a tranced love, this liason with you <br />This dark and unseemly pact I have, <br />When I can leave all my errors behind. <br /> <br />Did you know that you, the dark, <br />This warm enveloping darkness, my beloved <br />Is what I wait for everyday? <br />Soft lamps, verse, the murmurs and <br />Rituals that only the sombre can understand; <br />Now draw the curtain, and hasten: <br />Come, my beloved, hold my hand. <br /> <br />Copyright: Rani Turton<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darkness-my-beloved/
