Tag: light
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Sun and Candle
Stare into the depths of despair and grief. Find hopelessness in the movements of the stars…
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Shadows in the Corner
Between fountains of light a well of darkness, nightfall pouring into abyssal depths…
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Lightbulbs
The lights are never off in that kingdom upon the hill They shine everlasting over streets that cannot see them and cry out for something more beyond a voice in the dark…
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The Closed-in
The closed-in world is here around me In my bones, under my skin down to the soul And all the fires rage far away from this place With ice in my fingers I long for the flame…
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A Dream of Light
This is the crossroads of a million worlds A place to rest at the end of all paths In a living ocean of thoughts and dreams
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The Book Tells of a House Made from Wax
Impossible sky of cloud and color Pulsing overhead with the power of the word Like a blow from heaven, march of drum beats, Behind it waits the end of days.
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Invitation
Ask, and the world will open itself unto you The crystal passages spiraling to the center Catacombs sprawling beneath the busy streets above In light shunned by those who walk these halls.
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Light the Way
Flames pulled the inner lining of my threadbare jacket The only cover on a soul washed raw A trickle of blood from an injury I never noticed Washed by rain from my face upturned to the sky.
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Lights Out
There were people inside when the lights went out.The roads emptied, the world was still.Starlight whispered in the night— A million worlds in the depths of nothingWhere we were never meant to go.Find the way through, come back with light For those huddled in the darknessWho wait for the return of sweet air.Cold breath that…
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Porch Light
The light is onRain falls heavy from an inkblot skyEyes watch broken glass for secrets reflectedHands caress age-dusted papyrus, seeking an answerBlood falls fresh from a wound opened each day anewEarth drinks deeply of the sanguine dropsBrief fire in the sky sets an aching heart aflameA matchstick extinguished; a forest on fireVoices on the wind…
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Ritual By the Sea
When I came to the cove, I knew it immediately as the place I sought. The wind that had battled my advance across the open sea died as I brought my boat around the outcropping of rock that formed the entrance to the small harbor. I did not need to look at the aged photograph…
The Light is On 