I will call you light,
Not light that blinds
Not light that burns
Not light that hides in the moon.

Light that gives shape.

Rise over the cold mountain, create
depth between the lake and trees.
You will not be noticed, only shadows
will give you credence
for the work you do, the labor
free of toil.

Only when you disappear
into the soft earth
of my arms, cradling
a vow to release you in due time.

You will continue,
you will continue, you give shape
to the world before my eyes.