Friends gathered together in the waning twilight
murmur memories in the flickering firelight.
Cliffs of silver crags soar skywards;
sigh secrets in the soft starlight.
Petals peep between beds of spongy moss;
gleam pale in the brooding moonlight.
Far horizons warmed by a gentle touch;
peaks glow gold in early-morning-light.
Streams skip over stones and slow-slide into pools;
dragonflies dance in jewelled sunlight.
Who am I? Carried across years and continents:
Sally, giving glory to He who is Light.