The images that change as light <br />that appears in the port night <br />on winter nights particularly <br />the light <br />the Bighi lights <br />the lights that come and go <br /> <br /> <br />so my Soul, my Inner Soul <br />comes and goes <br />comes and goes <br />to-night <br /> <br /> <br />and <br />about me I feel the cold and <br />the chill <br />to warmth, familiar warmth <br />turn at last <br /> <br /> <br />at last! <br />long the suffering! <br />long the years! <br /> <br /> <br />long the travail! <br />my mother where be you, <br />you that warmed my life <br />before? <br /> <br /> <br />the chalice of suffering <br />the chalice of bitterness <br />quaffed I <br /> <br /> <br />the chalice of suffering <br />the chalice of bitterness <br />drank I <br /> <br /> <br />the light that changes light <br />the light that changes color <br />be my light! <br /> <br /> <br />for in suffering is it not <br />light that one needs? <br /> <br /> <br />verse and song that rattle and <br />shift here and there <br />ring as hoarse cymbals <br />hoarse, hoarse, hoarse <br /> <br /> <br />and as rude in rude words they <br />explicate as they open the <br />red warmth of the kindness <br />that be their heart!<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-images-that-change-as-light/
