A requiem

Wandering to see what we have seen,
The sun piercing crystal into opened drapes;
Light climbing through as tumblings fall;
Awaiting the rise in dim landscapes,
Exertion, release through breath, proof pounding out;
Letting loose a tiling glance filled with mirth,
Hearing, striking a solid, sound rhythm;
Glinting through rest at the hearth,
Flashing, burning light with deep energy;
Now, the past moves us, at a moment still;
The moment before action, the instance to choose;
To remember the fight, the lives in the mill.