From the 1993 edition of The Muse: Darkest Night
I’ve never still the dark earth seen so bright,
And days cannot compare and be so dark,
As then when I saw night by her live light
With friends among limbs of wet leaves and bark.
Love’s beauty filled the rain soaked wet, wil grass:
I soaked it in; I filled my heart with her.
My mind was painted with the picture of this lass.
The day there was so bright, my sight was blur.
Am I forever by a girl’s love blinded?
Misguided, always I imagine she
Loves me as I love her; I’m weak minded.
First up, then down, I don’t want to be me.
I’m ignorant to her white light now ‘parted;
I’m backed into the dark where I started.
Joh Steenlage