Eyes blind to the line
crossing from light to dark.
How far should I go
into the depth of the dark side
when I cannot see?
The dark trifles curling its finger
urging with blazing
to come toward the fruit
and engorge until sated.
Is it selfish want for something I don't know
or in some way known, yet not experienced
except in dreams?
Exigent desire burns not to ashes
but roaring fire before the oceans ebb
only to come again and again
relentless in its punishment
Oh to sleep peacefully.