Psalm

How long will you leave me
here and alone in this dark room
where I have passed these untold ages?
I do not ask for an open door
nor that you to turn my wings
naked against the unbounded wind.

I could be satiate and happy
and know no other home throughout my days
if you would only let me brighten this place
with riches already harbored here.
For yours is the darkness that casts light,
and light is the world without words.

The mirth of topaz shall be my morning star,
the kindness of amber my dawn,
the flirtation of pearls my moonlight,
the jealousy of sapphires my aurora borealis.
The dome of my cosmos shall be lined
with the silence of silver leaf.

All this and more may be my portion;
all I need is a match and a flick of my wrist.