Plea

In the stillness of the night,

The darkness that was yesterday,

When you found the breaking dawn,

Tell me how you found the light.

Help me please. Tell me how

You found the answering hand of morn.

Were the fingers cold or warm?

Tell me. I’m in darkness now.

When you searched the empty night

You found the peace you lost before.

Dare I search on for the day?

Have I strength to view the light?

That for which I’ve most desire,

That I am afraid to touch.

Though I freeze to death in darkness

I’m afraid to light the fire.