From the light of dreams to morning's gloom, Illuminated by a son, next darkened by a cloud. A sun-filled ride to a light, supportive room Then late and lost, lamenting now out loud. Another flare, the heart is filled and light Not twenty minutes, why would she grant consent? For kindness, love, that shining moment's right Protects this heart against the next descent Through violent storm, no gentle rain to wash The wounds, but sharp-edged ice and black and bitter night. Again, the son, and hose nor mud can quash The rainbow-joy now running in the light. As metal tempered by the fire and freeze, From warm to chill, this soul's harsh destiny To know indifference, knowing to appease, Survive, grow strong, for love's eternity
— RonRisley – 22 May 2005