First Light
by
Grant Thompson
It was the season after the Hunter's moon,
On a dark and starry night,
Beneath the vault of sky, entombed,
Far from civilization's light.
Those then-young eyes sent their gaze aloft
Their first light yet to see.
They saw gossamer curtains of rippling hues,
And a faintly glowing bridge of stars, across a pitch black sea.
The brilliant light of a thousand stars
Spread across the black,
There, far too many wonders for one
They knew they would be back.
Now, decades are gone yet
Older-eyes still come to see the sight.
But they need the help of memory's eye,
To recapture the vision of that first night.
When the old eyes finally close
And see with soul's clear sight,
Then find me after the Hunter's moon
On a dark and starry night.
I'll wait beneath the vault of sky, entombed
Far from civilizations light.
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