The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become.
The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a PlayWe say God and the imagination are one . . . How high that highest candle lights the dark.
The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a PlayMy life was dark, torture and empty before you found me. You brought the light, Red. I love you.
Unwritten RulesWhen Jack Burns needed to hold his mother's hand, his fingers could see in the dark.
Until I Find You