A gentle light,
On the darkness of a wall.
As through simple thoughts,
In the beauty of morning.
To create a world unknown,
In the closeness of time.
And by the shadows,
Of the evening leaves.
Transfigurations of rain,
In the dashing of the sky.
A moony droplit,
So perfect and white.
In moving the shadows,
Is the excellence of love.
A spark of creation,
Within a glimpse of eternity.