Spirit of Light
Across the velvet dark I glide
Trailed across the grasses, slide
Behind the mists, and mountains hide
Until, from mine narcisstic pride
I come to join the dance
I move so slow, do I stand still?
And is it of mine own free will?
By my false day the wide-eyed kill
And fangèd creatures drink their fill
Whilst they have still the chance
For you see, my time shall pass
Soon fires and heat will streak the grass
When chimes resound, bells harken Mass
I then retreat, to sleep at last
For at a time, there can be but one.
My silver essence seems to be
At root of every memory
I am older though, than lake or tree
And keep the darkness bright for thee
Me, pitiful ghostling of the sun.