Solstice, Evermore
On the longest, lingering evening
when the sun forgets to die
When the gold of day rests heavy
on a quiet, bluish sky
I wandered where the driftwood
comes to dry along the shore
Looking for something half-remembered,
something lost, something more.
Through the hush of heat and stillness
thick as breath that won’t release
Came a feeling soft and certain
like a truth that brings no peace
And the light, though bright and burning
seemed to whisper to the shore
that the dark is calm and patient
waiting, evermore.
Then I felt it, faint and fleeting
like a feather, like a sigh
Something whispered to my soul
though no living thing was nigh
So I spoke, though none had asked me
to the silence at my core
Is this wisdom, is it madness?
Nothing answered. Nothing more.
And the sun in bright defiance
would not yield to coming night
It held the sky with molten lava
would not loose it from its sight
And time slowed down its breathing
are we bound to something more?
To sustain, remain unending,
ever, evermore?
Then I knew with sudden knowing,
clear and true and just as plain,
That the solstice is no moment
but a crossing we can’t name
That the light we hold and carry
is not ours to keep or store
It is ours to use to light the way
forever,
evermore
​evermore  Â
