Poets of Light

we are poets of light,
filled with differing
shades of shine;

childlight in the morning,
heavylight in the twilight,

a guiding light
that steers to safety sojourning
vessels lost at sea,

a light that marches
to an encroaching evening,
unextinguished,

a brief candle's burn,
but a reflective spark
in memoriam undiminished,

we are poets of light,
lit so bright

that sometimes
even we cannot
see it.

From the collection: "The Story of Living Things" >>

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