How Still The Day

How still the day
And cold as night
When shadows come
From winter’s light

The Sun reflects
His queen, the Moon
Who pales his radiant
Crown of gold

No breeze nor bird
Disturbs this view
A vacant sky
Of cloudless blue

In darkness formed
The wormIts life from birth
Enwombed by the earth

From tree to ground
A seed is bound
For life and death
Yet skyward it longs to grow

Dreams without hope
Are wasted and lost
Withering in your heart
I knowWhere there’s light

A darkness is
It calls you to a soft embrace
So dream
Your dream of life unknown
Unknown could be