The garden was full of sorrow
Songbirds and unusual winds whistled a rhyme
Clouds caused to appear and cast down darkness
For this was the first day the sun didn't shine

Give me a moment I am preparing to drawback to scream
Louder than a train overhead below a railroad bridge

The Uses Of Sorrow

(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)

Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.

It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.

Stars shine with gusto throughout their existence, whether it is dark or light. However, if you stand in the light, you cannot see them. But if you stand in the dark, the stars shine like diamonds.

The exceeding brightness of this early sun
Makes me conceive how dark I have become.

God is a cloud from which rain fell.