I'm sitting quiet now, in the glow of that spellbound sight and I'm soaking in the glaze as these minutes of sheer delight are spreading, running in red, till the dying fire's fed n the slick of the dark melts thru to the sun's setting display, till it takes all the day n it shapes n it swallows n follows me, somewhere always new...
...this nights but a glance of a fierce n caring love, like firming hands that grip in a pattern so harsh, so rough...like a constant of strength that will not relent, ever telling me that I am here, reeling under this seal, this vast n warm fear of the nightfall, so deep n so dear...
n I watch as the dark carries its spark, lighting the glow of sight n I wait for the day to light up its flame, raising my spirits high-
as there are two sides of each saying as there is change between day and night to stabilise the scale, so there's balance to a life, likewise... after laughter there's pain, n then laughter again, till a sadness returns to you, in a constant of change, in a rhythm that wakes n it animates you, gladden you... as quiet preludes a storm n the storm brings the quiet once more, so gladness truns to tears, then to gladness, then to fears that soar...n to accept it as so is a hard task n I know, but its all aI aspire to- to be still, to be calm...in the midst of alarm, yet to not be a passive fool...