From darkness sprung to light returned. Yet light was never known before, for light was night and dark the grave. So now, in rising from the grave, I find the dawn has burst its golden rays across my world, and all I once knew is not as I had known.
The shadows haunting depths are naught but richer places for light to seek. The once morose and somber grove now spreads its emerald limbs in welcoming, cool, mossy glades where golden beams dance like fireflies.
I see colors that now transfix my frantic eyes in hues of rainbow light. They pain my eyes, which once knew only the dark of night — the blue of shadows cast by cold bright stars and waning moon.
Ah, the moon… What tender glances once you cast to guide my weary feet. Your constant ebb and flow lit in silver shades the foggy path through wasted lands. Forget me not, yet let me go to lands of light!
Let darkness of our past and ache of of grieving dreams remind us ever of the light we now embrace! May we accept the light as fully as we did the night, each moment filled to brilliant height, where endless dance the golden songs and fair the hands that lead us on.
