What golden waves of color you paint,
Barely lighting the ground with your dusky rays.
The way widens, so I keep my eyes open,
Lest everything change and die
My days are spent seeking shelter from old stories.
Holding a lantern to those who need a light
Through hardened ground and clearer paths through the trees,
Air so light it electrifies my veins.
Everything has changed
And everything stays the same,
In this life and the next.
But all I can do is stay silent and wait.
I’ve done all that I can do.
Yet I work to make my lantern brighter.
In guiding the way, I always find the sun
And winter’s milky golden glow,
Just warm enough to soften the heart in eclipses’ chill.
Keeping eyes open,
Stronger every day,
And waiting still.