LIGHT FARMER

There is a battle--one before our eyes.

Of night and day, you see the sun and moon

Slaying and praying the other’s defeat.

The dark brings forth a spear and a sword,

Swallowing up any sunlight persistence,

But light fends in deep ends and shields again resistance.

Even when cut to the heart,

Her dying breath spits out the stars to live amongst the dark.

Oh the night, carrying her name,

Ashamed of his act and cast down by this stain,

Cries out crescent moon tears that 

Play songs of forceful harp-strung sneers.

But then color is drained from his eyes as

Color returns to the rolling hills and grassy plains:

Horizon’s spine wasn’t too rugged a climb!

Infrared seas blossom, incandescent smiles shine,

Promising that gold will always invade the night.

Filament dreams never rest unless

The switch is made to wait for nature’s bait.

And let us then not forget,

It is when the dark thinks he’s ahead,

His mark secured upon the bed,

That the flowers learn to grow

And know that light will surely glow.

For we are always told, that you cannot hold a bulb!

Well it is then when you must lease your logic for feeling

And let your fingers find their fluorescent knowing.

If the sun never chose to crawl out of the sky,

Never chose to descend from the clouds way up high,

How then could we find our sight and see the light?

Candle wicks and lamp shade lights

Must be lit for Man to bring what’s right into the night.

You are a fighter, you are a swimmer,

Tilling the sky in seeding waters.

Of falling, the black will lead you,

But of climbing tendrils the white will take you.

Take ahold of this bulb, see to it that it’s revived.

The owl whisper is a sauntered bargainer,

But you will resist, because you are gardener!