When the sun goes dark, I will be your light
To guide you through the darkest night.
When the wind blows cold, I will keep you warm.
My love’s a shelter from the storm.
When you drink the dregs of a bitter cup
I will lift your spirits up.
I am the sound that is not heard
Unless a memory is stirred.
I stand in light so am not seen
Unless I visit in a dream.
I’m far away, yet very near
And still reflected in each tear
You weep because this tapestry
Of concrete form does seem to be
A weave of rainbow shadows bright
But colors gleam far past our sight.
These are the shades of sacred breath
That transform life, transcending death.
Published in Poems