"Return"

I know one day I shall return

Into the dark from whence I came;

The thought of it within me burns.

And names grow harder to discern

Upon the graves of friends that claim:

There's beauty in the dark's return.

But is it such a crime to yearn

For ending to such doubt and pain?

The thought of it within me burns.

Still here remains so much to learn

My mind-- my body-- hardly lame.

Though still one day I must return.

And there in different realms sojourn?

Guided by a dancing flame?

The thought of it within me burns.

And what harm could it do to spurn

This life as some mere joke or game

When into dark I must return?

Still the thought within me burns.