Clap hands

Clap hands
Take a stance
As does a bird
Darting earthward from on high
Spiraling
Until it is once again lost
In the obscurity of the ordinary

Candles blaze white
In the darkness of the solstice
At a celebration of warmth
In the silence of the darkest night

Lucent flame
In a cave of total darkness
Exposes emergent spirits hiding
Just past the periphery
Of the ball of light
And the sea of Dark

Introspection cocoons me
In the cave of rebirth
Autonomy in this womb
My palace
Informs my definitions
Comforts my frightened child

This is my life
This is my season
This is my light
This is my dark

© 2014 Martin H. Wilde

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