Endless Sonnet by Kate Sims

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.