Full and drained and sacred II

There’s a morsel of darkness

hidden somewhere in the cup;

that doesn’t make the light less.

Shadows can lift the light up,

and some things only phosphoresce

when it gets dark enough.

Let mine be dark if it is dark;

dark has its wisdom, secrets

as dazzling as sudden sparks

given off by a drained goblet.

Black and white both find their marks

whichever we ignore or forget.

Let mine be whatever it wills;

enough that yours brims rose.

The tavern has wide doorsills,

decanters of light and shadows

and the wine-bearer distils

wine; wisdom; hope; and sorrows.

Let mine be darkness or light

but let nothing pass untasted

even emptiness can be bright

and not a drop should be wasted;

beauty can be empty white

and darkness can feel sacred.