Monday, May 14, 2007

The Light of a Thousand Lanterns (a poem)

Winter was long,
the icy nights, dark.
From the top of the tree
into which I'd climbed,
I saw--
the hint of light.

Squinting into the black,
I climbed down,
stumbling in your direction.

Nearer it seemed,
as the winds swirled in my heart
and the scent of love,
came to me on the early spring breeze.

At once, the rain and sun
into my empty spaces
and filled me with white again.

Ancient songs called,
ancient rhythms repeated,
a whisper in obsidian --
the light of a thousand lanterns,
was lit for me that day.