The Light


I see the light, reflecting,

sending little patterns of sunshine,

like a quilt lying on my floor.

I see the light, shining,

taking away darkness, marking the passing of time,

like a war that never ends.

I see the light, glowing,

saying, “Come warm around my body,”

like an evil serpent waiting to strike.

I see the light, but many don’t.

People trying to find serenity through the eyes of others.

Like Alice, trying to find a way out of the looking glass.

 

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Seeing things clearly.