{poetry}

The Light

Somehow it really does go on
The light

You reach
The other side of solitude
The pure blue something after nothing
The clarity that comes from dying
And living on in ashes
And kneeling under rain
And rising when the sun does
With the lilt of morning
With the anti-gravity
Of a stem weighed down by its flower
Towards the light

Somehow it really does go on
The light
And brighter than before

1/2/2014