Light

Effervescent atoms birthed

in ways unknown, as light

they gather joyfully, present

the source bestowed.

And in the bliss of doing,

life surges forth in ways

of unimagined being;

creation full displayed.

We do not know the

answers to why this world

is so, and yet it is enough

to honour all bestowed.

In temperamental shining,

all is beckoned forth, and

light is pure made manifest;

the universe is wrought.

Years

Do years betray the moment,
sabotage the dreams, or do
the years invest our souls
with what life truly means?

Pain

Could there be ways to live

this life of mine decreed,

without the shining edge

of pain, so finely sheathed,

and then in time released,

to cut through minutes

neat, and chop the days

and sodden nights, through

realms of merciless sleep?

Or is it all so written, in

times before I breathed,

that life would be arranged

with pain, as waiting thief?

Can there be an answer

to such a question met, in

knowing there can never

be, and that the ink stays

wet, allowing all the seep

and blurring on the pages,

where suffering does dress

the naked soul she graces.

Shadows

Strip-lit shadows suckle at the sorrowed edge of light,

trace in stark relief the mark of image surely drawn,

hold to earth with visions of the darkness which will come;

so does the day dream always of the distant night.

Emptiness unfolds in shapes which sun does deeply cast,

that calling into meaning and to huddled, crisping forms,

where time dips wrinkled toes in breathing brightness lit;

and as the minutes shuffle by, what was, can never last. 

Silence

Breath held, drawn in
and down .... slow ...
becoming of deep
thought, waiting ...
to be released, upon
an unsuspecting...
world, in that silence
which holds court
for soul's full and
liquid language, as
it roils ..... in doubt
and hope, before it
can be ...revealed.
In silence all things
....are born.

https://dversepoets.com/2018/01/04/meet-the-bar-with-silence/