The Light
he is a fire born river
a broken dream in flight
a shadow and a revelation
between darkness and the light
a reflection of the earth and sky
she is caught inside the flame
a resonance, a resurrection
waiting to be claimed
mold her, weave her
she is the stony bed
the ravaged bank in winter
the weary, tangled thread
in the fury of stone and fire
from the lonely watch of night
let her fall into his waters
let her rise into this light
© J.L.Stanley
