When in some sly and subtle shifting way

I come to find the balance right

I will hang on to it, as I would the day

That presses on the turbulent night

With the promise of a rising sun

And light brought to the darker climes

Then end most of what I have begun

To fall back on the quieter times

To books and poems in endless streams

To walks up mountaintops alone

To reflections on my life and dreams

Discarding most, but keeping one

The one that keeps my heart aflame

And often, yearning, speaks your name

12/20/2000