I Sense

Some call it dark.

I see

it deep. Promises made

won’t always keep.

I hear

your song and find

my way—a lighted soul

through darkened day.

From lavender

and bumble bees,

high on wing and

scented

breeze.

I taste

a hint—what matters

most—peace lies

within

a willing host.

Too cold

to touch,

alone to stand. Walk

in warmth, go

hand in hand.

And if darkness sends

its daunting ghost,

light the world.

It matters most.