the bowl remains just as full…
dark hours accuse, misuse, abuse, confuse. The hope of living rises with the sun.
I may have done the gifting wrong
we wait and wait…and…
When given option One or Two – try Three.
Perhaps it’s in the dimming gloam we’re best.
The thing most true was never true for me / until one day it dawned and ended night.
Darkness – Not a thing ~
Merely an absence of light ~
Shine more brightly, friends.
I need to be where sunlight shines / Its glow transforming – outside, in.
lux perpetua luceat eis
finally bursting forth into light. come, thou fount. refresh.
if only I could turn
the whole structure