The Light

The light that shone out bright in youth,

The light that gleamed beneath her eyes,

Lit up her world and the darker hues,

Bowed in respect to the brighter light.

Her every glance with wonder brimmed,

Her every step an upright march,

Inspired by the sparkling lure,

Of starry skies and dreams to torch.

The minutes leap into the years,

Wounds do heal but leave their mark,

The light that shone out bright in youth,

Replaced but by a mellow spark.

She dreams but dreams with caution brim,

Laced with fear and lined with doubt,

For unlike age or wealth or love,

Dreams humble as does time run out.

Often times it may appear,

That elusive light, a thing of past,

She seeks then that word, song or prayer,

That lights but even a fleeting spark.