Had I but enough sense; would follow the light,
and meander into fields of lavender,
to the other side—
soothing and sweet,
it binds one to conviction as twilight fades
and shadows take the reins,
I am tired of these tears blinding me,
this isn’t how it’s supposed to be; this isn’t how it’s
supposed to be.
Do you feel like you don’t belong?
Feel flat like cardboard, with a surreal past
undulating as smoke,
this setting feels so wrong,
the body left behind with only empty shells
to find, the mind
having abandoned hope is being led astray,
stop— breathe and focus,
it’s just an illusion that won’t let go,
come, gaze at the sun
as anxieties and ghosts dissipate
and dolor turns to ash,
come bathe in the light; come bathe in the light.
I am a Poet sustained by fire,
effortlessly bending glimpses when sun
and survey align;
I speak in a tongue ahead of its age,
aware of darkness that intends to assault—
there is an earthly scent to it,
which surprises when we get too close to it,
only to find green blood
of torn out flowers
and individualism dead on the ground,
this is something that’s been going on since the
beginning of time.
Come, run barefoot with me, however strange
it may seem,
sway with the erratic beat of the wind,
and feel as light consumes—
one is but easily distracted by human woes,
by stem of ache that grows,
come engineer the mind to laugh,
to remain intact behind a slight disguise,
we live in a world
where drifting mist is forever in search
of a lost bird;
remember not to fall for its pretty words.
Oh look, the sun is setting.
Photo credits: Cup of coffee near white-petaled flowers, Unsplash.
Poem inspired by the title of John Milton’s poetic masterpiece, “When I consider
how my light is spent.”
Sarah is our lovely hostess at dVerse Pub where she invites us to write poems
inspired by light. Come join us! 💘
Posted for Poetics: Saint Lucy’s Day @dVerse Poets Pub