Cody Marby

Sunlight--
paint me a daffodil
and I'll show you
the secret of grace:

expression that blooms
quiet, beauty that fits
the void it fills

with warmth each glance
one upon the other
like a growing smile

Moonlight--
the darkness blinks
to clear its fragile mind
of borrowed hope

to measure those who long
the sky retracts, holds near
each face that wonders

why none shall live unwatched
if one should live at all,
give thanks

Starlight--
for we were once a nebula
dreaming of this, wishing
forever gave relief

the way arriving at last
relates the distance
between two fears

rooted in silent thought
contemplating how this all
could spring from nothing. 

A variation of this poem was published in Issue 3.2 of Concision Poetry Journal.