Secret delights
At night.
The heart
Turns from white
To black.

In his art
He plays at
Turning back.

The night
And light
Oft fight
Behind man’s eyes.
And the wise
Know what is true,
That few
Are whole
In soul.

And behind our eyes
The night
And light
Perpetually fight
Until we
Enter eternity.

(This poem is somewhat disjointed, as are my thoughts on this matter).