Walking through twilight

Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow...

Be near me when my faith is dry,
And men the flies of latter spring,
That lay their eggs, and sting and sing
And weave their petty cells and die.
 
-- Lord Alfred Tennyson


Handball I am,
my own deepest feelings
are a mirage.
And after twilight, I know
I must meet the darker night.

I can't walk, I can't see.
You that brought along the night
for me to see
must see me through the blinding dark,
be the ground and the feet for me.