We stand outside and bathe –
in starlight and glow, of
histories in context
and roots.
Lives begun and deaths upon,
stream showers of
eternal end and story.
Les lumières in canopy
holding essence and finds –
us who seeded the ground,
that planted stories told;
from generation to single child.
The paths we take and roads
walked long, my pitch pipe
organ amuses.
Bellow the bloat and waste
the lamb.
2013 Barry Comer
