Post Tenebras Lux

By moonlight you toiled
before the blossoms you bring
from the dark earth you come forth
lips barely parting and it is magic you sing.

There were gnomes in the garden
while someone tossed sand in our plans
you asked La Luna to show the shining path
and for a moment she held the stars in her hand.

You told me the seed must rise
all alone in darkness of soil
all along reaching for something
our light is sovereign and royal.

How many years must we spend alone and depressed
and how many months did we have to spend in utero?
First comes the darkness then comes the light
for the most perfect world rises from deep within our marrow.