Weaver of Light

Come you back to my embrace!
But like a wave you run apace;
Like the fleeing water flows
From my grasp between my fingers…
Like a whispered word
hardly heard,
which is lost and leaves no trace,
And so to others gives its place.

Faster than time you have ever sped,
With dazzling touch, O weaver of light,
Mantled in shimmering silver and gold!
Crushed is your glittering thread,
Melted, dissolved and dead,
But reborn on my canvas white.

Stream of harmony aglow,
Unseen you swiftly flow,
A hymn that evokes deep thought
That maddens me with music of the spheres,
In your richness caught.

Swirling light, your melody
Spears the silence of my soul;
Your message nurtures grains of love
That flower in the wastes.

Past, present and the future too
Fill my nights with moons anew;
With dreams transparent, limpid, pure,
Love eternal, boundless, true
Brings subtle shades into my being,
Into life’s seasons, passing, fleeing,
With summer glory ‘twixt the spring
And autumn months, which winter bring.

Joseph Matar