Light breaks where no sun shines; <br />Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart <br />Push in their tides; <br />And, broken ghosts with glowworms in their heads, <br />The things of light <br />File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones. <br /> <br />A candle in the thighs <br />Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age; <br />Where no seed stirs, <br />The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars, <br />Bright as a fig; <br />Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs. <br /> <br />Dawn breaks behind the eyes; <br />From poles of skull and toe the windy blood <br />Slides like a sea; <br />Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky <br />Spout to the rod <br />Divining in a smile the oil of tears. <br /> <br />Night in the sockets rounds, <br />Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes; <br />Day lights the bone; <br />Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin <br />The winter's robes; <br />The film of spring is hanging from the lids. <br /> <br />Light breaks on secret lots, <br />On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain; <br />When logics die, <br />The secret of the soil grows through the eye, <br />And blood jumps in the sun; <br />Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.<br /><br />Dylan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/light-breaks-where-no-sun-shines/
