So many things

So many things

To believe in.

Some of them true,

Whilst others are not.

But it is clear that in life,

Everything begins

With the coming of light

And ends in its absence.

The tallest trees yearn for it,

Reaching up,

Pointing fingers,

High into the sky

Wrap your arms around them,

Put an ear to the trunk

And hear them sigh,

In distinct harmony

With bird song.

A descant,

To the bass hum

Of the earth.

At our birth,

We burst,

From darkness, into light,

With a scream.

Primal and vital,

Hungry for life,

Desperate to feed

On the honeyed sun,

And its golden touch.

Darkness has its moments.

Dusk and dawn

Scintillate,

Exude magic and charm,

Excite the imagination,

Provide a balm

To soothe the soul.

As it lies at rest

From the

Constancy of striving,

To see the world,

Understand its meaning,

How it breathes,

Feeds the living,

Nurtures the nights

Of children.

The lights of our lives,

As they sleep

The sleep of angels,

At peace,

With an overhead mobile

And night light.

When darkness

Is most complete

We gravitate toward

The palest dawn,

To lead us on,

Illuminate our hearts

And fill them

With light and hope

The joy of new

And better days.

Summer haze

And the glowing sight of you.

A silhouette

By moonlight.

Incandescent at noon.