The light o’er the ridge
near still, waiting
to ascertain dawn
fully in place.
it cast down both slopes;
still finding their way.
Rivers and streams
pummeled their way
The light did not abandon its care-filled watch.
Ponder the light:
all seems so clear, in the visibility.
Now that it is day. This day…
Did not the stream change its course?
Who would know?
But in the night, that other light
cast its beam on some
yet unknown, unseen
for it is difficult
to navigate the terrors of the night
or the cold. It is near impossible
e’en to wait.
Wait in the darkness…are you mad?
Hold, my breath. Hold…and wait
for a prayer to breathe itself.
There is beauty hiding there, holding also its breath;
I am certain of it.
Just as I am certain we would all come to harm
to wander aimless, unguarded in the darkness.
Or racing unhinged… worse still.
Unhinge my fear…
and bring the light.