The Light
Light takes flight to bring delight
To the loving hearts in their pursuit
Of love in heart and colors in sight
Changes into rainbow on its route

Brings peace to mind and to soul
Determines destiny and destination
Refines every being just as whole
Blends with beauty to be a passion

When enters soul to make it bright
Distances convert but to real solace
Light dangles and dances in sight
From place to place and pace to pace

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2018 Golden Glow

Most times,
I wished these fragments...
These fractions of a whole
would come together...

Forming the most astute of thoughts.
Illuminating the darkest of corners.
Piecing together and revealing the grandest of pictures.

But such is the nature
of a convoluted mind
because often times
they do not.

We had a conversation
While at a dance event
You were not happy
How things have turned out

I said to you..
“I want to choreograph a dance in honor of the three of you”
To the song called “Hero” to express my love and gratitude
You started to tear up when I said this to you
The studio isn’t what it used to be
It used to be our home
You looked at me and said “ if we could go back in time, handed you the studio, would things be different?”

My home was the dance studio
Where I grew up and learned to dance
I was there practicing at every chance

Oh, did I mention that this was a dream?
A dream where my former dance teacher
Came through to me
It felt so real, like you were really there
Telling me how you feel and still care

Since the three of you left this world
A piece of my heart went to heaven
Leaving my heart broken apart

The studio just isn’t the same
In the hands of a former student
I will not speak ill of anyone
But what have you done
With our place that we called home?

What does this mean
That you came into my dream,
At such a random time in my life

Can I go back to sleep
To talk about more things so deep
To me, this shows me
That you all know what’s going on
Down here on earth
From Heaven above.....

architectural mollusks
    are falloping through
                              my brain
                        squeezing past the
                         instincts that
        have kept me down
My instincts,
              once brittle sea stars
                          that splintered
                                    into cracked
                                 peppercorns,
                 are now mixed with
           the breathy liquid
        of squid,
lubrication for
the spiny paths ahead
They blow their ink
between my
inverted vertebrae
      injecting Jello into bone
                           busting through
                        fiber and tissue like
                          fresh-skimmed
                    lavacream
and all my muck
rises to the top
in a neon rawness
that I find beautiful

Soon
my burning crevices
will be cooled
fossils will turn to flesh
and, as sure as knowledge
springs into action
I will make
for the shoreline
like a cephalopod rocket
silky smooth
my fins spun into wings
touching magic
as they glide