The darkness lithely obeyed,
Abating to the globe tipped candle,
The murky spots still existing,
I lit several, stretching every inch,
Reaching every corner,
Swiveling them about the room,
Yet the spots remained,
The flame shadows,
That I tried to smear bright,
In vain,
In madness,
In ineptitude,
In mellowness,
I continued to work finally, in the dull luminence,
Till, dawn unfailingly broke..
I remember the story,
Each time I try,
To paint sorrow bright…..
