Light Schemes

Sunlight is my saving grace.

Iridescent rainbow spheres on eyelashes.

Charged photons reinvigorate nerves near end-stage decay.

Darkness prolonged is sensation denied.

Focused magnification for spirits to splinter.

Memories of light fading to fleeting then barely a flicker.

When brilliance floods over barriers joy is tangible.

Tastes like ripened mangoes bursting

juice spilling unstoppable sweetness streams

in too many places for a mouth to slurp

as it runs down fingers

runs down arms.

Luminescence is like that,

properties of purest presence unconcerned about externals.

Star sight gifts and grants

beckons and bestows.

Therefore,

I place faith in burning balls of gas and dust light-years away

and reverse aim telescopes in hope of shining diamond dreams somewhere close.

I could be a trillion stars.

Span galaxies to extend orbs of illuminated miracle.

Show off for a hot minute.

Then become sunlight

for your saving grace.

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