In the dark I rest,
unready for the light which
dawns
day after day,
eager to be shared.
Black silk, shelter me.
I need
more of the night before I open
eyes and heart
to illumination. I must still
grow in the dark like a root
not ready, not ready at all.
Denise Levertov
- Malang
- JoinedNovember 3, 2016
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