When the moment arrives, it arrives like this:
Dark, like the hour of the silent stars
the hour of the shrill crickets,
the hour of waning hopes,
when all is dark
in my soul:
Friend, at this moment,
I cease the world;
At this moment,
just you and I in the entire universe;
Silent companion, guardian
of the door to all mysteries,
the cause of all causes,
if I must reason like that,
or an unknowable vast,
unknowable, as I am, now,
but an essential knowledge
in some mystic part
of my own hidden,
concealed being,
if I am of sterner stuff than
the pyres that churn out the stars,
if I am of firmer strength than
the cutting arms of time,
reveal this now, friend,
for this is my dark hour,
the loneliest hour
before the eclipsed dawn.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 1:05 PM UTC
When the moment arrives, it arrives like this:
Dark, like the hour of the silent stars
the hour of the shrill crickets,
the hour of waning hopes,
when all is dark
in my soul:
Friend, at this moment,
I cease the world;
At this moment,
just you and I in the entire universe;
Silent companion, guardian
of the door to all mysteries,
the cause of all causes,
if I must reason like that,
or an unknowable vast,
unknowable, as I am, now,
but an essential knowledge
in some mystic part
of my own hidden,
concealed being,
if I am of sterner stuff than
the pyres that churn out the stars,
if I am of firmer strength than
the cutting arms of time,
reveal this now, friend,
for this is my dark hour,
the loneliest hour
before the eclipsed dawn.
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