I am so tired.
Wintry frost on my sign.
Too long spent in the cramped darkness of life,
In march of time.
~
So the body's graceful halo grows hollow
Slipping, gentle begins;
The effortless slide inside the light,
Enchanter of moons as a twin.
Dear angel of stars! Merciful guardian,
Enter, glowing, my translucent skin.
Come, faithful knower of suns, suffuser of souls,
Banish these shadows, lit from within.
Turn lamps down low, they are not needed now,
Ablaze in blinding flash of knowing.
Mourners thrown in stark rhomboids of shadow,
In burning enlightenment of going.
~
I am awoke,
Spring's new life in my eyes.
Now bathed in golden and permanent light,
In March of time.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt: Light by Rinoasis.
400 points, ended January 24, 2008, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is a superb description of the picture, just what I was looking for.
I like how you portray a being of light coming out of the dark, tired of it, wanting to become the light again. That's how I often feel.. emotionally, I relate to this well. Thanks for entering my contest.
Blessings,
~Moonchild
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