This little light

This tiny light
that comes this night
and flickers slightly so
Will try to shine
its flame upon
the darkness tis below
Through swing and sway
amidst the push
and pull of steady breeze
It seems to wither
deep within
the darkness that it sees
but slowly
as the waxing tears
begin to well atop
It rises so
with all its heart
determined not to stop
To fill the air
with all that is
undoubtedly its own
To stand within
this darkened night
still small but not alone
For firmly molded
in its frame
stands tall a mighty core
Which knows that what the night snuffs out...
the dawn will soon restore.


Deo Volente
August 23, 2009