Solstice Light

All night I tossed and turned with dreams of light
and woke with early morning's gleams of light.

Remember how, in summer's darkless days
we woke and slept in blazing streams of light?

But winter swallowed up my memories
of light, digested them to memes of light

that sparkle in my tumbled-blanket thoughts
as dust motes dance in falling beams of light.

Solstices suspend the year, a crown
of days that hang between extremes of light.

Basso profundo, treble flute: the tones
that frame a symphony on themes of light.

The year falls ragged from my windowsill.
God hems the sky with silver seams of light.

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