The world has a dark side
\nand a light side,
\nbetween the two
\nare strands of gray,
\ntwilight, false dawns,
\na silver cup served up as moon.
\nI did not know
\nwhere the light side went,
\nperhaps the eagles flew there,
\ntoo high for one to see,
\nor the geese in their graceful formations,
\nor the lone gull
\nwho fancied the burning gold of dawn.<\/p>\n
But I could not go
\nbecause my arms would not lift me,
\nand my heart was heavy with sleep,
\nwith old dreams,
\nold books that lay unread
\nand wanted me to linger,
\nturn their pages.
\nBut the dark side too
\nwas cast in shade,
\nin old hidden rooms.
\nThe lights had gone out long ago,
\nI found doors only by groping,
\nonly by my feet
\ntouching rug and stone,
\nand it was cold,
\nand woke me from my dream.<\/p>\n
The blankets were not enough,
\nand the tears,
\n(why the tears?)
\nfell on my cheeks like tongues of ice,
\nwaterfalls of silence,
\nand the only burning was my eyes,
\nas if they lit their own fire
\nbut saw nothing
\nbeyond their glow,
\nonly darkness,
\nonly fears,
\nand so the light side and the dark side
\nwere too much,
\none I could not reach,
\nthe other invited me to flee.<\/p>\n
But I was not alone.
\nSomewhere in the middle,
\nalone with me,
\nwas myself again, or was I,
\nhimself,
\nthe boy with the faraway look,
\nthe faraway eyes.
\nHe was my twin, my knot,
\nas if it was not enough to be alive,
\nbut to have the presence of another.
\nAs if the world
\nknew I could not live anywhere
\nin its deepest places,
\nor its highest heights.
\nAs if, with grace,
\nthe world begged my forgiveness
\nand said, \u201cYou can not live there,
\nwhere I reach forever with a song,
\nor there,
\nwhere I bury my grief.\u201d<\/p>\n
But I need you anyway,
\nto celebrate my sides,
\nmy horizons,
\nand my graves,
\nso I\u2019ll give you what I know,
\nthe sharpness of a razor,
\nthe blunt edge of old desire,
\nand show you your two faces,
\nlike those I wear,
\nand let you choose
\nwhich one is yours,
\n. . . or neither.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The world has a dark side and a light side, between the two are strands of gray, twilight, false dawns, a silver cup served up…<\/p>\n