Ether Darkness

This dark is beautiful. There is no pain,

No sense is challenged by unmeaning sight-

Only the thick cool blanket of the night

Presses the body and its fevered brain.

Time is sewed quietly by needles of rain-

There is no way to mark this moment's flight

That has no touch with any common light,

Nor so much color as all day has lain

Hidden within a shadowed jonquil bloom.

And in this quietude of nothingness,

There is no sound, no dreaming, no distress-

The darkness flowers to the edge of doom.