More Light

Ink veins golden across black pages

rise and fall with the dawn

the ebb and flow onward through time

on the wings of coming night

In halls echoing with other voices

the end walks searching for itself

In caves mining memory

drunk on it, refined, pure, unhinged

Eyes to the sky and a voice that might shatter it

standing already at the mouth of darkness

begging always for more light

to carry deeper into the cave

Image by Joshua Nicholas Vanhaltren from Pixabay

6 thoughts on “More Light

    1. No worries, it’s my fault if something doesn’t read well! (; I thought of that line while I was standing on a rooftop at night. I saw all the golden lights stretching across Colorado to the East, and thought of it as it would look like from above. It was like I could see the map, while I was also a part of it.

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