Poem | Light

Light.

^{I look at the sky looking for a star,
instead I see lights that burn.
Lights of an eternal awakening,
radiating its glow over my body.}

^{The light is dented,
warm, comforting.
Mantle that covers my soul,
filling me with an angry sense of well-being.}

^{I feel my aura change,
I observe my distant spirit.
It travels among fiery colors,
travels in conscious premonitions.}

^{Burning light,
the light that commands.
Light that with its brightness brings with it,
freedom.}