Light's Labour and a Memory of Tender Air

Labour of Light

How light must labour
to dispel these forces of dark
clouding heart and worlds of consciousness.

Such a long time coming
yet, how this night nears falling
until dawns unfold forever luminous.

Of Tender Air

Of tender air
and delicate flight
of many colours
in quivering motion.
A memory of realms
and wingful heights
where worlds unfolding
from one heart's devotion.

Beyond, above
immeasurable and more
moments captured
inside some intangible light.
Of timeless journeys
maybe aeons before
of tender air
and delicate flight.