A blind horse stands among cherry trees.
And bones shine from cool earth.
The heart leaps
Almost up to the sky! But laments
And filaments pull us back into the dark.
Night takes us. But
Comes out of the dark
To light the road. I’ll be all right.
I follow my own fiery traces through the night.
From: Eating The Honey of Words. New and Selected Poems by Robert Bly
Republished with permission of the author.