Light of the Night
I noticed a glimmer,
or was it a shimmer,
right here with me,
in this very room.
The sparkle of charcoal,
held high, but suspended,
catching the eyes
and slicing the loom.
Creating a place,
inspiring grace,
embodied in each smile,
and each desire to linger awhile.
Indescribable power,
a leading light tower,
in the eye's of the tiger,
the man with the dream of the hour.
Copyright © Ray Horner | Year Posted 2015
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