A Few Delicate Needles by Rolf Jacobsen
IT’S SO DELICATE, the light.
And there’s so little of it. The dark
is huge.
Just delicate needles, the light,
in an endless night.
And it has such a long way to go
through such desolate space.
So let’s be gentle with it.
Cherish it.
So it will come again in the morning.
We hope.
Cherish it.
So it will come again in the morning.
We hope.
