Inner Dark

Though not only do they both attend both
Joy and sorrow but join their creation,
Neither sunlight nor the light of the moon
Cares one whit for our dreams or our failures

The indifference of the lights we love
Is almost beyond the far shores of our
Imagination’s most remote journeys
Because we can’t help but warm what we touch

The nameless shameless blameless unfeeling
Fact of light that is core of all we are,
Sun, moon and stars of all of which we are
Have no entry into all we redeem

That less than glint that is our inner dark
The otherness of our own dimension