Lux
Tuesday, November 11th, 2008
Jeweled droplets of rain in moonlight,
fall like silent diamonds bouncing off of trees.
Saturation.
Through the window, the branches are weighed down.
Here in a cave of blankets,
I am in bed next to the warm body of my darling.
Meanwhile everything is dying outside.
Tomorrow – the Sun will be reborn,
dispelling these last traces of encumbered darkness.
And like the vibrant light shown through sacred beads of dew,
I will awake in the new dawn.
