Those lights

Those lights -

Ezekiel’s whirlwind, fire enfolding,
Born and bred of the sky.

Baby’s first cry, life exclaiming,
Fluorescent tears left an eternity to dry.

Dead souls, their painted faces,
Breaking at horizon’s shore.

Brush of a fox’s tail, playful paces,
Tilting nature’s palette more

Above us, the cosmos pivot
All these stories, every tale

Surge to pry all words asunder
cast as ships the darkness sail.

Was there a time not yet bespoken
where we as ions happily danced?

On our shoulders no world beholden
Passion and youth in tandem pranced?

Those lights, and us, how we surrender!
Caught like fish in magic’s ebb.

and nature, philosopher,
Opens wide her ponderous gap -

Soon earth’s matter, around us shatter
Atoms, quarks sucked in the flush.

We stand still, in time’s sepulcher
hear the clamour turn to hush.

From your hand, a warmth beginning
Touched by light a world renew.

No past present future yearning
may this moment sublime yield -

A greater ecstasy or glee
than you and I, these lights we see.