How great is this night
How precious its mysteries,
A candle flickers in a bowl,
A life resurrected
Even in a face wrinkled
With yesterdays memories.
There is no thought
Of what could have been
No disappointments
Of moments lost,
The candle flickers
The day grows dimmer.
Yet, in the darkness
And the solitude
There is a bright light
Captured only by the mind,
The solitude turns to openess
Like the buds exploding into flowers
In the gentle breath of Spring.
So much ahead,
So outrageously beautiful
The visions of
The night filled with
Days everlasting.
How precious its mysteries,
A candle flickers in a bowl,
A life resurrected
Even in a face wrinkled
With yesterdays memories.
There is no thought
Of what could have been
No disappointments
Of moments lost,
The candle flickers
The day grows dimmer.
Yet, in the darkness
And the solitude
There is a bright light
Captured only by the mind,
The solitude turns to openess
Like the buds exploding into flowers
In the gentle breath of Spring.
So much ahead,
So outrageously beautiful
The visions of
The night filled with
Days everlasting.