Light: An Elegy
A light shimmers in the fore, Joined by the hand Of song and rhythm And lambent dances Along a moonlit creek in repose.
What does it see Beyond this specter Of jaded spirits And world-weary migrations To parts hitherto untold That beckons its uncompromising smile?
From whence does its melody arise That it traverses so calmly Through dimensions and landscapes Hitherto unseen?
When will a world Left in silent agony Learn its dance And free itself from These windless vales Of stagnant tears?
A light begins to fade in the offing, Just beyond the directionless bend. As she retracts her hand To commence one more excursion
Gently reminding the creek That upon her return, A new song will be sung, And a new rhythm mapped out For posterity.
And the shiftless vale will blossom With a chorus of sparrows And flora bedecked with purple amaranths Heralding a new day, In which smiles are freely-given And hearts are open For the weary traveler To stop and rest awhile, Before the next journey.
Art: “Sunset at Lavacourt” Claude Monet