We are creatures of light.
Light is birth and life
and to those basking there in:
death is the vast devouring darkness.
When day fails us
we hold tight to the contrived
suns of our own making.
And though our imperious illuminations
bear witness to truth
so fine in detail it can not be denied,
we bravely hold our design
for a stillborn future
as talisman against the tidal void.
March 2006 June 2019
WandeRoseD 