Night
Sometimes one must go into the night
For ones light to shine
For meaning I have fight
I mean fought
Meaning is not mine
What belongs to me is that I do what I ought
For every cause an effect
And effect its cause
Who knows which comes first
Except one seeks another
A child its mother
There must be some endless logic
And love seems its worth
Its a curious magic
That leads to everything’s birth
E J Povey 2013