Wehave Become Small Suns In The Darkness Of Our Nights Poem by RIC BASTASA

what you see
was simple half of
the visible

the rest lies in what
we usually want to forget
not wanting to
see clearly

we bury what we cannot
fathom
we throw away what we
cannot hold for long

i too was awed by what
you claim by heart
you know

when i go there again
i saw the same thing
i do what you do
in the silence of our
wrongdoings

when we meet again
we keep saying
about the midnight candles
that we burn

we too have become small suns
in the middle of the
night

we take light and we shall
never die