Sabbath

A rest from labor;
Is it joy?
Rejoining?
An endless ripple
In the heavenly expanse;
Perpetual motion
Of the holy dance.

Fuel

The midnight oil
Flows freely
When it wants to;
A slick illusion
Of the puddled night.
And if it burns
A portion of tomorrow,
Let's hope
The loss was worth
A bit of light.