Light Of Night Poem by Mari Martin

Night,
open and alive, signs of life hidden.
They move in silence around them.
Yet, the light within them grows.
The proof of life surrounds them.

Darkness,
the beginning or the end?
It was there before it all.
For, from it came the light.
Thus, the darkness then did fall.

Escape,
the path before the light.
Leading away from the truth within.
The spirit knows the way.
Once the darkness is left behind
life will soon begin.

Light,
surrounding the soul in Love.
It glows in colors too few seen.
For some it never comes.
It shines or not, a sign of life.
There is no inbetween.

Color,
it's essence pure, infinate.
For each their own is seen.
The purest violet intertwines it's chosen color green.
Thus the joining of the heart,
colors of light.
The power born from within
strong against the night.