Nightly Sun
Jonathan Hultén
Here we are, standing in a gap in time
Here is still, outside the world is rushing by
We have stopped, a journey just before its end
On the roadside we abide, existence bends
Then a vision strikes me with a blaze
In this dream is another death, one of utter grace
I see I have to dig right where I stand
Beyond the current’s flow, in no one’s land
A treasure flashed before my inner sight
Buried in the dirt, the intangible night
In spirit of the bold which I revere
I walk into the darkness I fear
The blackest spot is where I place my hand
The starkest truth I wish to understand
And if my pit will turn out as my grave
In life I will be free and not a slave
Contentment I don’t expect to find
But ardor is what purely fills my mind
In new shades and shadows the world is cast
Providing glimpses of the fire and the vast