Recurring Light   A dull sea. Dry and sombre. No life signs, And then a spark. The sun appears, Bursting in to the sky, Ignition of a flame, Dazzling in the early morning. Phoenix spreading itself, On the crest of a wave, Golden light shimmering, Lace across the ripples. Giving warmth to a bay, And ultramarine life, The white horses of the sea, Begin their day. A child could walk, Walk on for miles, To see the honeyed orb, And peoples smiles. Laughing and joking, In the mid-day sun, Children stray, And rabbits run. She does all this, That is the sun, As the rays flow on, On their tide of joy. Over patchwork fields, Through jade glass towers, The current and ebb, Flooding the world. The dark moves in, Until the early hours, But the sun comes back, To renew its amber throne.   Back