While it lasts let's celebrate the light
the morning light that streams
across the valley
catches the line of mist above the river
and sets the hills a-shimmer with green fire

The mid-day light that sparkles on the face
of a high mountain lake
a gust ruffling the surface
to a froth of blue sapphire
studded with diamonds
tiara of a queen

The evening light that paints the far horizon
a hundred pastel shades
pink, green, pale yellow
shifting to violet
slowly darkening
until the sky deepens to indigo

Lights from the depths of space
the pinprick stars
and planets urging us
to contemplate the mystery
and the soft light
of earth's lunar companion
esteemed alike
by thieves and lovers
poets
sailors at sea
and creatures of the night

First and last I praise
the light that glows
like a soft flame
within my lady's eyes
whenever love wells up in her
and overflows
a healing spring
yet she would say
that it's not her
but passes through her
from a place beyond this world
light from the hidden source
of light and love