Dance

The golden wane clings to day
Reaching its arms across the hills
Hugging the east as it slips away
One last embrace before the still
Greens explode in radiance
As light speaks to light
Flooding the gradients
With this beatific sight
Creation delights in-
Darkness marches in vacuum
Beyond the eastern horizon
It will fill this space as a smoky room
But darkness is never advancing.
It is in constant retreat
From the glorious light that’s dancing
Around us all on childlike feet

The light that’s been dancing
Since the earth took her first breath.