Light

Light, by Netta Marie Woods

Truth, in purest form

That soft touchless caress

reaching from somewhere within my reach,

and yet beyond

What are your secrets of color

of line

your view on struggle

your endurance in time

What can I learn when you give me the vision

see when you give me sight

Too far?

Too much?

When the paths aren’t clear

too little?

too late?

and through it we see the differences

Light, you are as life

and, also, the love within

too much? yet, somehow, never enough

What is this?

Only a glimmer?

and, yet, I feel it fully

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