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