New Lights

New Lights

One was ruby, one was shining sapphire.
All the clouds cleansed in golden fire.
I was alone, late evening, on the shore.
I held my breath, counted up to seven.
Saw new lights coming down from heaven.
Tides came in, tides came in a door,
tides came in through a jewel door.

Mary told her mother on the sand:
“I’m spinning round, please hold my hand.
Can you and I walk forever on the shore?
Please hold your breath and count up to seven,
see new lights coming down from heaven.
Can this be, this be forever more?
Can we always walk on the shore?

“Mother, mother,
they are brighter than the pennies in your purse.”
Mary’s mother said:
“Things may now grow better, instead of worse.
And yes, we will always walk here, you and I.
Always beneath this windy sea shore sky.
But what are these lights,
these new lights in our eyes,
new lights speeding through the skies,
new lights that touch us with surprise,
new lights, new lights in our eyes?”
“Mother, mother,
they are brighter than the pennies in your purse.”

One was falling, one was turning a wheel.
I was learning strange things still real.
One bronze cone shooting from a scarlet core.
I had to smile and count up to seven.
More new lights coming down from heaven.
Waves flowed in, waves flowed in a door,
waves flowed in to flood a pebble shore.

“Mother, mother,
they are brighter than the pennies in your purse.”
Mary’s mother said:
“Things may now grow better, not ever worse.”

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