Sometimes my love
Hides
Like shadows to the moon
Sometimes my joy shines
Like gold over maroon
Sometimes my anger bursts
Like thunder out of rain
Sometimes my somber thoughts
Are knuckles tapping on foggy windowpanes
Sometimes my courage is an eagle perched on high mountain cliffs
Or my ambition a sapling,
Ready for winter's first kiss

But despite my many forms,
Silhouettes of trees,
Shimmering golds,
Thunder,
Foggy windows,
Saplings,
Heights

I want to be known for my light.
I want to be known for my light.