Gold
Golden is my light now
Not silver
Not white
Of summer afternoons
Essence laden, infused
Heavy lidded, slowing turning
Flecks of golden dust
A yearning
Precious, but to me
Dancing flecks in golden sea
Breathe it, memories
Of what was with all my might.
But gold now is my light.
Silver
This will be my light
Reverse, black, front, silver bright
Soul searching, silvered gaze
Coloured memories bleeding haze
Snap, sharp, cold, clear
Times, swift.
Ends draw near.
White
White, white, white
Mine is the toil of lights
Saturates my core
Drives me to want more
Breathe in
Lift, elated
Inhaled soul
Sink deflated.
Rest no, come repeat
Hunger hunger no replete.
On, on, go, get
White is the light of the time when we met.
About the Creator
Chelouise
Much more than what's on the outside
Mother (human and dog)
Survivor of horrors
Play Station nut
56 August (grateful to be here)
MBA
Looking for the essence of things
and the good in every situation.
Attempting to live my messy life gracefully.
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