Light

Such legacy: the birth of light; a skyward dance; a soul to
Flight. And cult to heart, the spirit gilt, the tears of life, the
Blood of silk. And spike to soul, a phrenic storm, the ache
Of light, the sight to mourn. For dragon cloud, aflight the
Earth, a fever born, a scarlet curse. And veil to core, a
Shrouded bone, the gift of life, a choir stone. And cultic
Waves, explore the soul, a tress of flame, a tear to hold. And
Flood to art, the spark of lilt, a thetic song, a verse to tilt. Â
Plus phrenic light, a skyward dance, an astral flare, a solemn
Glance. And pulse to God, the spirit flits, beneath the stars,
Adrift the wit. And spike to soul, a chemic burn, the ache of
Light, the gift to yearn. And cryptic flame, a cultic fear, the
Scar of night, a scroll of tears. And flood to art, the spark of
Lilt, a thetic song, a verse to tilt.

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Comments
Hey Glenn, I felt like I was watching a light flitting in a sky that kept trying to quell its intensity but it kept burning and searching for the right place to shine....it was captivating my friend......as usual, a great burst of imagery comes from your pen...........loved it sir.....tony
Hey Tony. Light is amazing. It moves us. I am glad that you like the poem.