Sonnet Of The Candlewood Poem by T.A. Rosenbaum

The Vespers light the way in the eve
Carried by fey creatures
To the near and far reaches
Through bough, vine, and tree
For all the forest children to see
Slowly gliding like silvery, golden peaches
And those who see know that each is
A holy light, which darknesss will relieve

The forest sprites dance and sing in the hollows
'Til long past the darkest hours
Singing songs of peace and laughter
After night's heart then follows
More gentle light that comes like showers
Then it crescendos to its height, then never after

The mornings come, a gentle break
Green and golden light shines through
Waxy leaves, but remains bright a true
For nothing hinders light here, for any sake
In this hallowed place with no pain or ache
And a mere gleam of light may imbue
A thousand hollows, with a hundred hues
Gently whispering, 'Here comes the sun, time to wake.'

'Joy, ' they cry, 'Joy to all things! '
'To dawn and to dark, to day and to night! '
The sprites, men, and forest angels say together
And through all seasons this song rings
Always at its height
Always growing like evergreen mountain heather