THE LIGHT
To the casual glance it seemed enough To the connoisseur the light, perfect Shadows falling at right places Flaming bright with dark embraces A solitary candle greets the moon Brightening the sands of coromandel Yet brighter still is the wandering gaze Cast beyond the tallow’d blaze What pray brought this distraction A violet swath on an orange sunset, or The swoop of a swallow’s nested flight Under gathering clouds at height How steadfast the arms that lay Sphinx like on fashioned wood How beautiful, the eyes espied Watching secrets float on the tide The palms behind exchange green batons Watchful sentries brimming with gossip A hundred moons of hustle and bustle Transformed into melodic lullaby rustles The observer remains utterly transfixed An unnoticed speck on distant horizon Surrounded by the warmth of belonging And a sense of immeasurable longing
