Light switched on our world
bringing both energy and vision,
igniting rich colors with great variation.
It flowed from the sun, that star that rose
each day to give with ever onward generosity.
I loved the dayshine.
I loved the brightness and the warmth
in the long summer days.
I loved the way it made the world shine so freshly
in the snow-bequeathed days of winter.
Yet, why are the things we need the most
the first we don’t honor,
or see how with our souls the gratitude remains?
For when you love the simple joys
the heart feels full and secure.
The hungry ghost within is satisfied
and allows serenity to enter.
Once more
Came to see the light of the night
then just to
melt in the shadow of the dayshine.
The summer moves on
and so do you
leaving behind nothing
but the event horizon.
No light can escape from here
remaining captured,
like a caged skylark,
being lingering frozen
like the vacuity of space;
incarcerated by the radiation of dying stars
out of the lightning source of my true glare.
Slinking in the darkness
Out the corner of my eye
Shadows dark as pitch
Move with stealth sly.
Formless wraiths, haunting spirits
Hovering near my bed
Nothing they say, silent ghosts
And yet, I feel no dread.
They glare at me with hatred
Their silhouettes drift and change
Contrasting shadows with black intent
I watch, calm, at the strange.
I bid them leave when I've had enough
Their jealousy not my own.
I've my own life here to live
But they won't leave me alone.
The light, it makes them sick, you see
And they desire to feast on souls
But shining bright as dayshine
My almar bright deters their goals.
I'm a buffet feast for them I'm sure
And they'd love my light to dim
But my light cannot, it's not mine, see?
It's merely reflection of Him.
You are ever the tide that
tickles my toes,
leaving sandy sparkles in my
hair ... like mica,
You are the rhythm of days
that steals my tears ...
You are angry waves that wash
the film of sorrow clinging to my soul
far on out to sea
to mingle and rest among the easy
colours of we ...
You are my small box of tomorrows
wrapped in background music
of sea scents
and thoughts incomplete ...
You own my nakedness in dayshine
and moonlight, my soul
silhouetted next to yours,
blanketed in strands
of thinning illusion ...
You are evermore sun stars
in my peripheral,
tiptoeing crystals on breaking crests
that beg your name
‘til time runs out again ...
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