the same old story

[fledgist]

a gleam in shadow tells us of full day
but there are darknesses that will not leave
powers that threaten ever to bereave
us of all hope and lead us from the way
the truth is that no part of this is play
but even open sunlight may deceive
it clarifies but it does not relieve
we still remain beneath the nightly sway
i sit in quiet waiting for the spark
that will transform my mind and waiting heart
and draw light out of shadows of the trees
in such a manner must i make my mark
ensuring knowledge remains as my art
and i spend life afoot and not on knees