Lamp Lit Branches

Branches in the lamp light,
a wooden spider-web
with raindrops glistening,
cupping lost lamp light
in the midnight mist

Littany of the premed

Wearily wandering
morning, noon and night pass
blurring together, unending
enduring, pushing, restless
still working, working.

The path beneath your feet
pulls you forward drawing on
to where earth and heaven meet,
flying forward through the dawn,
ascending day left incomplete.

Life left yet untame
for the day when fate calls.
Hours stored for another time,
life moves on leaving you
still working, working.