Circle of Light.
By John Herlihy

The light appears and disappears,
From dawn to dusk to dawn again,
Magnificent in all its brilliance,
A furnace, then a boomerang,
Life-giving and full of warmth,
Father’s blanket and mother’s milk.

A perpetual circle,
Of darkness and light,
Creating morning, noon and night,
Born of a blazing star,
That shines nearby, not distant,
It twinkles not from afar.

The light is a symbol of life,
Breathing of light and darkness.
At dawn, birds chirp its arrival,
A thin strip of hope and survival.
It journeys in seconds and minutes,
Eternity’s child making footsteps in time.

Dusk represents another matter.
The fading light goes pitter patter.
The light steps diminish in sound,
Until run down into the ground.
Light bids the day her ancient farewell,
Promising to return after night’s interlude.

The dawn, will she ever return?
I speak of the light’s sojourn,
Whose sun will forever burn,
As the earth’s faithful friend.
It arrives on the heels of darkness,
Putting the day in the palm of her hand.