The Images That Change As Light

The images that change as light that appears in the port night on winter nights particularly the light the Bighi lights the lights that come and go so my Soul, my Inner Soul comes and goes comes and goes to-night and about me I feel the cold and the chill to warmth, familiar warmth turn at last at last! long the suffering! long the years! long the travail! my mother where be you, you that warmed my life before? the chalice of suffering the chalice of bitterness quaffed I the chalice of suffering the chalice of bitterness drank I the light that changes light the light that changes color be my light! for in suffering is it not light that one needs? verse and song that rattle and shift here and there ring as hoarse cymbals hoarse, hoarse, hoarse and as rude in rude words they explicate as they open the red warmth of the kindness that be their heart!