I remember the day a piece

of light came down holding

the sun’s finger –

and lost its way among the

crowds of a brightly lit night.

Like an orphan it clutched at

my hand – I can’t imagine why!

maybe it grew lonely and wanted

a place to hide.

It clings to my hand still,

not content with it,

and not willing to let it slip,

all the while hoping to find you –

somehow...

Endless is the night –

in all the sound and light,

a dark hush gathers me in its arms –

and your memory lights up my heart,

with a lost piece of sunshine...