Into what dark alley did you wander
Leaving me alone, my days to squander?
O my soul, in what darkness did you dwell
Stumbling alone against the black swell?
Yet the darkness itself your wings gathered,
Like rain through the ground your deeps it watered
And like dark wine cloistered in a cellar
In you fermented into pure fire.
Behold! The dark fueled you, you willed it to
Burn brighter and brighter, become in you
A sun relentlessly rolling to give
An anguished world a higher way to live.