The Dark Daughter (A Memoir)

The dark daughter Dark you, dark the world, Dark the Creation, Where to go? What it was dark, Let it be, What it is As the light beams it from. Dark daughter, dark you, Dark the creation, The myths of light and darkness, Light breaking from it. Let t be what it was, What it is, The myths of light and darkness Which but comprehend I not. The puzzles of Creation, The riddles riddling it the world, I could not, I could not. With them lay it the mystery And the myth Of yours, Sensibility feminine. A daughter dark, but affectionate, Affectionate and loving, The lovely daughter of mine Neglected and ignored by mankind. The tears falling the eyes of yours, I could not, could not, My daughter, Though dark, but loving. My daughter, your heart The world could not, could not The soul within Palpitating. Your labour, the worth of it, Trouble, toil and tribulation, The world could not, Could not, dark daughter. I see you, see you now As the figurines Artistic and sculptural Decorating the old terracotta temple walls.