Scalloped Light

The glow from the lamp post
spills a scalloped frame of light
on the night-soaked wall,
scattering shards of darkness.

How soft, the surrounding shadows.
How beckoning, a cocoon.

Grace pierces a chrysalis

with particles of light.
Calling of freedom.
Calling of life.
Calling me.

The bewitching cries of shadows
are drowned in scalloped light.