EPITAPH OF THE LIGHT by David Otter

EPITAPH OF THE LIGHT

 I shall not weep by a shrouded moon

when winters veil is drawn,

nor vengeful sit neath bitter boughs

until the frozen dawn.

For I will take me to my bed

and dream the suns kind touch

for fear won’t take the dark away

that cloak I loathe so much.

And when I rise from sleep’s safe bower

to greet the precious light

I’ll know that with each passing hour

short lived will be the night.

 David Otter