Poetry: The Soul of Light


strike the match

breathe the light

into the lifeline of your soul

whether illuminating words

written now or years ago


flip the switch

remember it:

the image of your sanctum bright

reflecting painted melodies

in water colors born by night


strike the stone

survey the flame

that eats what’s left of worn-in pain

cackles at the taste of bone

and builds for god an ashy throne


feel the thunder

quake in fear

at the discretion of Earth’s strength

that cradles you with simple glow

and yet, in anger, burns below


watch horizons

feel the awe

of slow life born by fusion’s might

and don’t forget your hopeful trust

of the black void’s gift of light

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