Sonnet, The Gracious Light That Comes

The gracious light that comes in to dark deep With flowers of the burning heat and shine Each color drawn on to the horizon line When dawn comes up for heart in love to keep In looks of magnificence heavenly sky Where the youth and its reassemble catch their thought With beauty to adore and life its worth taught Within given question in asking why The wayfarer high most pitch in feeble delay With every feeling that climbs its step up And gives of touch its appearing and weigh Like that of water that dries in times cup The affable look that comes in days awake And goes back with dim of nights murky take