When poetry inspires...part two.

I love the dark hours of my being;
my mind deepens into them.

There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived and
held like a legend, and understood.

Then the knowing comes :
I can open to another life that's wide and timeless.

So I am sometimes like a
tree rustling
over a grave site and
making real the dream of the one
its living roots embrace :

a dream once lost
among sorrows
and
songs.

-- Rainer Maria Rilke