Saturday, December 23, 2017

Mysteries No 4


Light

I wake
Watching
Leaves caressed
Shimmer
A rustling
Waterfall of
Green and gold
As sunlight
Not yet hardened
Into ferocity
Weaves its way
Through them

If the Unknown
Is light, I hope
They are, of  
The morning light
A caressing light
That laces
Its way
Around me
Weaving its
Presence, in
The shadows
Of my life

I have
Grown tired
Of men’s
Ferocities
Their heat
Claiming the light
To hide
Insecurities
I need
My shadows
Those cool
Still places

My shadows
Places I hide
Spaces where
Light does not
Penetrate
Perhaps,
Salvation is in
The shadows
Soul spaces
Hidden
From the

Light 

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