To be Light Once More....

                      O day of dark without light. Light without day.To be light once more.

 Let there be a basket. A basket where I can curl and  feel safe.

 When the window is streaked with rain.

 In the midnoon night.

 Quiet. Like the mountains.

 Soundless. Like a ghost. On the fence.

 In  whispering firs. They battle against no one. They stand  tall.

 When the stellar jay calls. To be light once more.

 Then let the rain  tumble. Into pools.

 Away from here. Mountains of sugar stand before us.

 And we who are the watchers. Watch.

 And breathe into the wind.

 See the sun peak from clouds so dark. To be light once more.

 See the sky  fall. While we walk the shadows.

Into the mountains.

 Pass day into evening.

 And stuff oneself into a box.  Where one can curl and be cozy.

 And we wait to see the light fall. To be light once more.

 See  trees lean. Brown and dented.

 And lights burn brightly into darkness. To be light once more.To rise again.