by Mark Strand
Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow's dust flares into breath
(Poet.org)
Analysis
The poem describes how light is on its way but first you must put your body to rest and go to sleep. As you fall asleep, it only means that love and light is getting closer. I am not sure what the bones of the body and tomorrow's dust flares into breath, but I am going to take a guess to it meaning something like tomorrows day will vanish before you know it but at night it is the time to shine, your love can be found in your dreams (coming of light).
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