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