Author Samuel Hazo Even though it's dark, lights bewilder me. I see a race of images, colors fading and glowing, lines becoming curves that narrow and thicken minute by minute into a compass where entire oceans contract, and a stream widens Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments