Delight
like the Blackwood down by the creek
or the apple tree fallen free
broken limb blossoms in the winter sun
Light
Like a beam for my feet at night
Winter solstice, the dead of night
and your moonbeam to ‘luminate my heart
From the youngest child my heart beat wild for an answer
And my ears kept near to the silent sigh
and gave me wise eyes
Night
Put to death by the breaking dawn
And a haven for wide-eyed ones
blinded glow of the headlight
Flight
Saw you launch in the sky that night
Took up wings for a better life
Just to breathe in and rest beneath the skin
From the youngest child my heart beat wild for an answer
And my ears kept near to the silent sigh
and gave me wise eyes