First Light

Oh, let there be light, let there be light,

The sun is rising orange and red, the colour of lust on a Sunday morning,

slanting through frosted windows.

Oh, let there be light,

A golden woman with grey fractured eyes, ribbons of white,

banners of strength on her skin,

Oh let there be light,

A new day paints the sky and my soul, my heart opens like a rose,

opens to warmth and gentleness,

Oh,

How dark a shadow had been cast, and now thrown off, how gossamer is my soul,

in this new soft light that wakes me from blackness.

Ah, there is light.

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