Illumine Our Time

Escape with me. Go forth from all your glorious hold upon the hollow earth, that churning vessel filled with pliant clay you seize to build a higher day, a paragraph of history your own, an immortality that someone else may understand. Your power exists as well to throw it all away, to celebrate the light alone out there beyond penumbra, waiting for the grinding hours to have an end. You need not put your shoulder down, or prove your worth, for midnight wears away, the dancers wake; the sea is crystalline out there beyond the shore. There is a bacchanal of joy that waits for tired sins to dry their tears of reticence; hope is for creating— love is for forgetting sometimes. These are the years for gathering. Escape with me. Move down the road a little farther ...where the light is better. There is healing in the air, and just a little time to breathe. The dance begins again, the unknown set aside awhile. For us, the sunlight sings. ~