Let me not out because I fear the sky.
Not dawn when breaks, but bright when slips to dark.
The lamp’s false beam protects from Night’s harsh cry,
A warning, it will steal my fleeting spark.
Do not succumb to Night, my soul, I plead
As eve comes still a’ hurtling at my door.
For cyclic, it arrives as God decreed.
And shall I not exist forever more?
“But why to weep?” I hear one cry aloud,
“For Darkness shall not be the end to Light,
For Light exists as it will always vow,
The morning hours live on the same as Night.”
He guides me out the door at Night to see
The Lights and Darks thus dance in symmetry.