simonhlilly

Sorrow and joy

Dark and light

And all the colours

Stretched as an arcing bow

Between them.

Tell me,

Which is the best?

Which is better?

I know the sorrow that is better than joy.

The darkness more comforting than light,

Water mixed with jet.

.

It is on the heights of Beulah now,

Hung between heaven and earth,

Between the sun and the shadow

As the light shifts, too, across the valley,

And the cloud-flocks drift slow

And easy at this turning of the seasons.

.

Gwion Bach, told to watch.

Bored and tired of staying still,

‘Til suddenly he knows it all

And is off trailing glory,

And laughing at the witch

He has stolen it all from.

.

Yet he, too, is swallowed whole at last

And set adrift on eternity,

Forgetting his name,

Remembering everything else.

All the rivers of the world flowing over him

Until he bursts up loud and shining,

Words cascading,

Putting all the rest to shame.

.

No matter, no matter,

That you are not the best, love.

As long as you do the best you can.

Put no one to shame with your brief flash of brightness,

But light up all so all may see they burn as bright.

.

For a moment,

For a moment,

We shall be as clear and light.

Before the twilight cauldron

Shall silence us all.

The arcing fall, the leap,

The endless golden moment

Between worlds

Filled with song.

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