Light is everything. The night is past,
Is kindling for the latest waves of white
Wonderment, of now unending sight,
Rich fire, ever widening, more vast.
It raids my life, is suddenly the fact;
Pours in through brittle bitterness its strong
Joy, and threads my thoughts into a song
That mindless moments waken to enact.
Light is everywhere. The dark is dead,
Has sunk to silent seas, and been reborn
As tongues of dawn. The world’s blinds are torn
And morning rushes in, its shackles shed.
The light unmakes me briefly. Then I break,
And shatter into day, afire, awake.