Because there’s only light,
as we dance between the leaves.
And the flowers bow their heavy heads
with the strength and courage
of full blooms.
We follow paths that twist and shrink
like the ones that traverse
our own minds and hearts.
And discover as we walk in single file
our majestic blooming selves.
Because there’s only light.
And it glimmers through the trees
as it does our fingers.
And emanates from dreams
and off our skin.
We learn to savoir the taste of the
And the scent of the lilacs.
Their kiss awakening
the stories of every former midnight sun,
of every dream that reached through a dark night
to burst into its final