In The Dark

I close my eyes and see them burning in the dark
human souls like blazing bonfires in the dark.

The path runs straight, it’s we who build a labyrinth
and puzzle over threads strung by us, in the dark.

No lamp or candle guides the moth tonight, I fear
like me she’s flying blind and groping in the dark.

The sun has gone, the moon is new, but we have stars
enough for us to find our way home in the dark.

I write my prayers on slips of paper, smooth them flat
and let them burn to ghostly ashes in the dark.