And light was born to favour God as I
Was made to favour light, but somehow did
The shadow stretch its wings my way and rid
Me short of smile I knew untinged with cry.
The sky went blue, the earth spun round its core,
No more did birds sing names of peace above
Our dreams and nothing drew us back to love
Of things that spring from light we had before;
The only rains that fall from high make plants
Of sorrow grow and nourish but the mists
We’ve come to take for shelters when they’re fists
To give us black eyes, narrow streets of plight.
Yet this is only running down the slants
That will compel us give ourselves a flight.