In Any Light


In any light we burn to break the hold of dark

So mystery is laid in shadows black and stark

And if a candle-flame is set against the breeze

These falter, flutter, and almost seem to breathe

A living beauty, poignant and fleeting

That vanishes in Sun’s bright greeting,

And must wait, the world around,

Til dusk again gains the silent ground.

The End

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