Valentine Light

VALENTINE LIGHT Your absence through the sky, in making night, except at lunar rise, where you reflect; and tiny twinklings nearly out of sight; we wish upon, for things we don't expect. No one has wings to fly, as angels do, 'lest in my head the loonies you might see, while overlooking what I have for you, the valentine you'd never guess was me. You are the light, the pearl, the lamp of God, from which the light He is, gives Heaven, glow, the valentine of life, the strange, the odd, from which all dreams are made, the world must know. The few, the strange, in reaching Heaven's light, too soon are lost in things we think are right. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet