Like the sunless moon I live on borrowed light, A lesser flame enslaved to finer fire. Now a new-dark nothing at formless midnight, No sunbeam falls to show my full profile. 5 Unless the buried sun renew her glory, Sighing revelations from her banished light, My shadow will still tell a shadow's story, Who rounds on fullness most when in your sight. Although I pace to complete my circuit 10 In thoughtful dark, whispering with ghosts of thoughts Whose only shadow in the shade of pits, Still come, still shine into my self-made trough. Generous and ageless come, blessing all, Brimful with hope in burning baptismal.
From the collection "Supposing Roses"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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