Early Works - There’s A Light Poem by David Harris

The world seems mystic and unreal
as into the night I steal
seeing shadows on the ground
of towering figures all around.

In the distance, there’s a light
of a candle burning bright
as the moon up high
shines through crevices in the sky.

Like a sleeking ghost, I wander
gazing at the shadows I ponder
in the darkness of the mystic night
and feel the call of a beckoning light.

My shadow seem to run and steal
into the mystic and unreal
as the candle lit by my love sends
cascades of light dancing on the stars above.


Date unknown.