The years,
they pass,
and make a life,
from a darkness
into the light

Joy is a fleet
of fleeting sails,
coasting on shores
the moonlight veils

Floating in waves
and on crests,
riding flows
without mercy
or rest

Composed drifts
calm manic fear,
granting strength
any saint
would revere

The light’s journey
drives prisms
to shine,
coloring dreams
aspirations define