Way Down In The Dark Which Is You

Way Down In The Dark Which Is You

There lives a feeble light

The question becomes, who is it, who?

Dares shine in the darkness’s might

The dark which is you spreads in all ways

No commotion, excitement, ado

It simply extends to bare endless nothing

Which means the little light does too

The candle he flickers and dances and laughs

While the dark which is you looms foreboding

And with each small flit and spin and leap

The darkness is slowly eroding

Way Down In The Dark Which Is You

There is nothing, is there not?

How did the candle get wind of itself

How is it burning so hot?

How did it learn to flicker and dance?

In your darkness, there is no wind.

Way Down In The Dark Which Is You

There is a light dancing within.