The Golden Darkness/Man

MAN.
Beyond this world of circumstance
There may be gods who know the why,
I only know man seems afraid
Of beauty’s face beneath the sky.

Out of the earth’s warm living breast
He finds more use for stones than flowers,
He builds a breastwork of grim roofs
Against the blue and silver hours.

To hide himself from coming dawn
And sunset’s glorious retreat
Down the horizon’s rim of fire,
He builds a trench he calls a street.

And in the night he buys and lusts
With youth and innocence the price,
And all the while above him hang
The golden stars of Paradise!