Crystals Of Light Poem by Mark Heathcote

Purge the light,
find to your delight,
that darkness
isn't-such-a fright?

See the crocus
purple enveloped,
even white striped
does she change her heavenly focus?

Look, there are stars
in the dead of night.
Look, here in a cave-
there are crystals of light.

Smooth as an-onyx-stone
I want to touch with-my-mind,
surmise that even if I go blind
I can still steer my way home to you.

Put my head on a pillow,
rest in the eye of a hurricane,
conjecture the future is always
better than the past with you.

Oh, room of Grey December light
here my bones grow-dusty-light
as light as darkness,
a ceiling cave bat with a hawk moth to bite.