There is a certain light

which sits just on the edge of a cloud

more nuanced by the hues of blue sky

then the paler palletes of the further horizon

 

And you have seen the yellow flame dance

on the log 

whose sparks

rise and twirl into the deep 

crepuscular and cerulean blue

of summer’s twilight

 

And you have seen the golden 

grasses’ halo 

glow and circle round meadows

where tiny spinners of dandelion

catch the last lights of dimming day

as they parachute 

drifting like dust

 

And you have seen the mountain

at fall’s eve catch the

purple-red of summer sunset

even as the currents and crests

of the cold Sound catch the same

both tinged majestic by its color

 

Light rising and falling

you have seen

reflected moonlight on midnight streams

rain bent neons on late wet sidewalks

candles dancing on lover’s skin

showers of light through storm clouds

and willow branches

the incandescence of stars

the cheap fluorescence of dingy bars

 

Light reflected and collected

you have seen

blue flames ‘neath copper pots

the mirrored heat antonymous 

to glacial turquoise

or the sharp laser of snow’s

crystal rainbow

 

Living light

you have seen

liquid ocean bioluminescence

reminiscent of aurora

greener than firefly’s child-chased 

summer lanterns

cat-eye glow

shining snakes of lava flow

 

So when you close your eyes

and your sleep is lit

mystical as the borders

of medieval illuminated

manuscript

and the light is tranquil

as the movements

of turtles and manatees

through shadowed shallows 

all the light you have seen

becomes all the light

you can dream

and all the light below and above

becomes all the light 

with which you love.