Darkness is for tears, so I will gather
All the light. In my golden net
I will gather the diamond flash
Of sunrise on a spider's dew-drenched web
And the white clarity of Diana
Sweeping across a restless stream.
There is more for me to gather in my net:
The ambivalence of fire, and star shine
Pin-pricking eternity. In the crumbled
I'll find phosphorescence and in the sea,
Deep deep within the pounding pressures of the sea
The still mysterious gleam of sightless fantasy.
Darkness is for tears, but while I hold the light
In my golden net I will not cry.