To the Lovely Light that dawn erased
And has yet been born at night,
I kneel my armored body down and
Touch my brow toward ground.
As whispers do enfold me like
The chatter of autumn's leaves,
Hushed only by muted softness
Remember dance for the ceased,
Until the cry of new-birth blasts
Forth from 'neath the stilled land,
And reached adolescence's zenith
To seek Thine radiant glow.
Then, will I, my rusted armor creaking,
Raise my sleeping brow from earth
And thanked the ephemeral Light,
For the infinite instant whole.