reflected light comes always from source
as it continues to expand renews itself
arising from the same source it has always been
as the aroma of the rose
never ceases being part of its first blossom
a star emits light to reveal a moon
a moon ilumines a noctural planet
in vigil watching itself becoming
the invitation to sight
as with music comes from deep within
even in her dreams
darkness is the inevitable lover of light
she shows him off in his whole rainbow spectrum
as she watches in silent prayer
sight itself is both luminous and dark...
—Lorena Wolfman
