a keener form of light

it is so easy to drift down to sleep

when the weak body lacking all defence

is at a moment when matters are tense

just eager to collapse into the deep

comfort of the dark hardest thoughts will keep

until winter sun makes some vague pretense

at warming earth but we have little sense

of whether honest hearts may make the leap

into the morning now we have some hope

that better judgment will be after night

and waking eyes will look on clearer choice

that at the least each will know how to cope

in what will be a keener form of light

and in a place where each will have a voice