Sometimes light hides herself
In darknesses or other thoughts.
Sometimes light is only
A word and not a wet whit more.
Sometimes light sits behind
A stony bulk and waits and waits.
Sometimes light plays a song
Heard within the darkest of ears.
Sometimes light in singing
Gleams and bounds in space acoustic
Sometimes light emerges through
Ember gray fog and filament.
In those times light exudes
The quality of light itself.
Sometimes light burns aloud
The fuel that keeps us darkness bound.