The Light
The desert at sunset, comes alive in the dying light
The cool quickening breezes, glimmering in light
White sand beach, the foaming surf effervesces
Dark caves under waves—edges churning light
A morning sunbeam illuminating a moss bed
For only a moment—a spark of green light
Windswept fields of delicate golden dried stalks
How far you waved to reach this softness of light
The amber glow in a dying flame
Shifting the shadows of firelight
I Belden, walk in the pines every evening
For the orange display and to say—ah the light
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