More and More
  by Nora Avalon

Who would have thought
That light has a color
Not just heat and air
Glorious more

Oh wondrous black
It is not a colorless void
Not frightening obscurity
Glorious more

And rain, it sparkles
Like tiny angels falling
Not dreary disruption
Glorious more

Could this be life?
So much more than once I saw
More needs, more desires, more joys
Glorious more

And this is pain
Deepest of passions
More than sorrow and tears
Glorious more

And this is love?
This glowing explosion within me?
More than smiles and roses
Glorious more!

And this is death
All earthly sensations and devastations in one
More than an end?
Glorious more!

March '99