by Aidan Andrew Dun


If such a night can
end, begin again
in daylight a new
contract with the sun
out of my black
experience I can say
nothing in this world
is less than one.

If you are returning
through the rain
I’ll light a candle
with a brilliant ray
set it before your
image to behold
your ever-open eyelids
made of gold.

Cyclicity in all
this is the faith
I learn from you
O light that fills this place.
The fractured earth
was broken in the Fall
yet your returning
has the circle’s grace.