Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines - Dylan Thomas

Light breaks where no sun shines

Where no sea runs the waters of the heart

Push in their tides

And broken ghosts with glowworms in their heads

The things of light

File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones

A candle in the thighs

Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age

Where no seed stirs

The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars

Bright as a fig

Where no wax is the candle shows it's hairs

Dawn breaks behind the eyes

From poles of skull and toe the windy blood

Slides like a sea

Nor fenced nor staked the gushers of the sky

Spout to the rod

Divining in a smile the oil of tears

Night in the sockets rounds

Like some pitch moon the limit of the globes

Day lights the bone

Where no cold is the skinning gales unpin

The winter's robes

The film of spring is hanging from the lids

Light breaks on secret lots

On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain

When logics die

The secret of the soil grows through the eye

And blood jumps in the sun

Above the waste allotments the dawn halts