Twinkling starlight fills the sky…

Oh the dark and misty sky…

So soft and endless; lifeless neigh;

“Why the darkness fearless cry!”

In still and quiet mourns of hope…

The dark caress the mountain slope;

And spreads beyond the faceless mope…

But---‘tis to fear the darkness…

Oh beauty—isn’t beyond thy sphere…

So far—so far; you can’t compare;

To that of all the hemisphere…

But first…thy must cease the fear…

And rise above those dreaded drears;

While hiding in those back woods snares…

And casting down your scornful stares…

For fear of the darkness;

Beauty lies…deep in the soul…

Not in deceitful stories told;

So how to shake the binds that hold…

The mind to utter darkness…

Cling not to the lies of yore…

Pass beyond or go before;

All the things which we adore

Will make that happy metaphor…

For night is day and day is night…

And darkness comes before the light;

Yet in the darkness there is sight…

Beyond the regions of thy fright…

Cling not to the lies of yore…

Pass beyond or go before;

All the things which we adore…

Shall make a mystic metaphor…

And beauty lies beyond the door…

Of thoughts and dreams, but never sure;

To hide its incandescent lore—incandescent lore…

And side by side their needs the same;

Yet never knowing the others name…

Because the thought of fear or shame…we must refrain.

I—Oh I; do know it clear…

In darkest beauty none compare;

And so I contemplate the leer…

Of others far beyond their sneer;

While one day it will come to pass…

When last is first, and first is last…

And words of darkness won’t bring fear…

But bring a joyful caring tear…

“So beauty of the darkness…

In time your day will come…

When some will see your darkest light;

And others will share your hum…

For long your sighs;

And long your cries…

And long your moans unheard…

But time will wear;

For those who dare…

To live and persevere…For Beauty Is In Darkness!”