Fay Slimm.

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Oh Light, you travel so fast,
invisibly cladding
this planet in change which
nothing can hinder,
altering colourless night-hue
you, in an eye\'s flick
gild sea\'s face, reveal distance

and more than that

touch land in filigree-silver
melting black fingers
of mist, netting dune\'s grass

and more than that

your whispers to unfolding
flora in still-dark
corners make numberless
bud-blooms harken 
to dawning, sensuous fur
feels your warming
as feathery sleep blinks in
readiness to early
first breezy ruffles as morn 
stirs wings, crabs
stretch in watery beds and

much more than that

humanity worldwide yawns
at your warning
of lullaby\'s finish, shaking
off drowse to see
how labour for hours ahead 
can be rewarding
with daylight\'s force ready

and more than that

each dusk aims to put end
to sun-ups daily
performance but not before
orb\'s glittering exit,
for parting rays like to steal 
central stage after
which Oh Light you sinking
slowly back into
day\'s secret abyss submit

yet more than that

unthinkable would be life\'s
terrible lack
if your worthy entrance it\'s
cue ever missed.