Heta Pukki       [ Poem 1 | Poem 2 ]

A Song to Darkness

tonight I think I'll sing a song
tonight my voice is clear and strong
and a rhythm in the back of my
ragged mess of a mind
won't go to sleep otherwise

I will wear myself out,
but I will sing a lullaby
a voice so perfect, so fine
so translucent and sublime
should not be wasted

tonight I am both mother and child
and I know that dreaming is life,
because only the living can dream

and I've found
from thin broken patterns
between the lost and the damned
a moment of power, a knowledge just how
all pain can be sung to sleep
 

Second Song to Darkness

In my deepest depression I could be lifted
by a sound and a rhythm, as if the innermost heart
of all cold murky hopeless places
had developed a voice
and begun to speak
repeat a thought like an echo

there were edges of steel and glass in that voice
and it could make you listen, still,
attending

follow the news, feel the change
in underground currents
see if there won?t be sparks flying soon

not long I believe, until it will blow itself
to a furious flame, a torch that won?t be covered
this mind so full of some passion, so blind,
that in the deepest dark
it won?t cease its song
never seeing it?s giving that place a name,
a sound and a rhythm
it must soon begin to shine
its own light