Nightly Sun

Here we are, standing in a gap in time

Here is still, outside the world is rushing by

We have stopped, a journey just before its end

On the roadside we abide, existence bends

Then a vision strikes me with a blaze

In this dream is another death, one of utter grace

I see I have to dig right where I stand

Beyond the current’s flow, in no one’s land

A treasure flashed before my inner sight

Buried in the dirt, the intangible night

In spirit of the bold which I revere

I walk into the darkness I fear

The blackest spot is where I place my hand

The starkest truth I wish to understand

And if my pit will turn out as my grave

In life I will be free and not a slave

Contentment I don’t expect to find

But ardor is what purely fills my mind

In new shades and shadows the world is cast

Providing glimpses of the fire and the vast