I am also fire warmth like the hearth hidden in mother's lap, comfort in winter,
hard from within
like the iron of a mountain
In summer even the saltiness of sweat
is the song of my labor
My invisible string leads my efforts to fruition
Evening not an end, but
a vast saga of colors
Red forgiveness, Gold contentment.
Purple a quiet kiss on the forehead of a weary day
If I am not there one day,
the earth will become icebergs
Rivers will sleep in transparent graves
Forests—will forget the history of leaves
I am not just light,
I am the beating heart of time
And yes, one day
I too will be extinguished
As the Red Giant,
I will give my loved ones a final embrace
Then I will shrink like a quiet lamp
preserving in the darkness,
the memory of light
