Darkness
Surrounding incompletely, quietly moving
Back and forth, approaching and receding
From my view, hiding itself in ambush
Within concealing black shadows, catching and removing
Sight from my eyes, its presence feeding
Fearful fantasies, exuding them from the hush.

2. Light
Darting quickly from the match
To greet in relief the candle flame,
Moving in mercury swift flamenco.
In harmony with its image, together they catch
The liquid wax and concentrate and maim,
And burn it into a fiery, dancing glow.

				    1976