I know I have had a good sleep during the dearth of glowing mirth in the darkness of pre- -dawn. As I wake to realise my rest's colossal worth with a dozy yawn. Only to find that its full value depletes as a glint of light defeats it's rejuvenating magic, when my alarm remorselessly, relentlessly calls at early morn.
Pain now is temporary And those eyes will always hold a glint for me I will--am chasing that glint Until I belong to them, And they want to belong to me
Until that silver shines through me Amplifying My eyes, my nose, my mouth, Everything.
Until that light reflects back Brighter to them Hopefully Than my open, vulnerable, enamored, Eyes received them Though I know I'll never believe it if they say so
I can see it now, Can you? The flash from their eye? As quick as their breeze walking past, But twice as warming Now their smile! A smile I would bear the rest of my life alone If only at my final conscious sight I would see it Once In person
the light streams through glass shards held together by stone-pressed force columns of light refract onto the hard and cold wooden floor dust particles, suspended in free fall, dance as the light shimmers on their skin gleaming like small glints of silver the dust fades into the Air; transcendent, Gone.