linda
     
            by Dick Bakken   	

         o this night is black and cold and fearful	
               and very very quiet
                                      but for dream	
     i love the dark
                  it’s then i know that i’m not god
          and as i lie here all pale white and trembling
                                      against the black
                                   i know that i don’t know

afloat like her toward such soft round voice	
                    i yearn way out	                                             
          yes stretch to lift whispery breath		
                         through my face	
     i want to fling back the darkness and gasp

                    but in the glittering clattery laughter
                                 of day
                                                all is shine