The light dances along my fingertips
And I curl my hand around its rays to
Catch its golden stream. From my hand it drips
And stains the table with its yellow hue.
I pull the darkness around me and wear
The shadows and the nightfall like a cloak
Stardust falls like snow and slips off my hair
Crumbling into a fog of black smoke
The sickly, ashen grey of dusk and dawn
Coats the world I see in a light-dark haze
Boring and dreary—I stifle a yawn
Fire turns to ash, smothering the blaze
Out of old comes new, cycle of rebirth
And a tiny, light soul comes from the earth.