LIGHT IN SO MANY MORE WORDS

Is it the light that breaks through “yonder window”?
(It is “the light through yonder window breaks”).
Is it the sunrise? Is it the setting colours of the sun?
Is it the light at the end of the tunnel? Is it the light
of an indescribably lonely but caressing soft light?
Love, life, living, leaving, lost in the Light’s embrace:
Is it any of these lights, in so many more words, you crave?
Or are these lights too light to light your lightened light?