The Dark Time

   

I saw the dark time

when it came again, my love;

I always see. Though you dip, and dive

and hide it from me, like a swallow in a midsummer

sky. I hear the dark time in your silent sighs,

I know its presence in unseen eyes; and there,

was a season, just passed,

of rain. Of thunder-clouds, that made you

roll in pain, of such undetermined kinds;

you laid you down with an unquiet mind,

and I felt it,

my love -

I felt the dark time, when it came again,

and the voice inside me called your name across the shining

night sky;

who came there, walking, close beside

a soul so heavy, as steel? Was I, and all the depth

I feel

to comfort you

to release and sleep…and to watch you dream. For no matter, the dark

times, ever, my love…in you

I will always believe.