Dark cannot consume,
light undying finds a way.
Reflecting rebellion arcs
off melancholy silver waves.
Like the child with a flashlight,
under nighttime tent of sheets,
illuminating truth and secrets
— all is bright underneath.
Tuck me into bed, my dying sun,
pull the down over my blue skies,
whisper me conch shell lullabies
— I leave the light on, sleep defied.
And when the seaside train awakes
and dawn, with hope, hazily breaks…
I’ll be telling stories of darkness
undermined by sunset’s grace.
(*Photo by me. No filter. 1.27.17, Seattle)