Dark The darkness holds me close Then throws me away Alone in the cold But when I cry out It rushes back And oozes around Cradling me In soft, warm dark I have seen candles Candles that shatter my dark Carried by those Surrounded by light At times I have known The candle-holders, light-ones And their light has welcomed me Pulled at my heart But the dark wants me And I need it I am not ready to be weaned From my lifesource From my bittersweet Warmcold Softhard Dark. Lynette Yorgey