Bright Light
The white light that shines
Hurts the eyes,
So I retreat in pain
Until the light dims
Enough for my dark eyes
To open without aching.
This light is much better;
It is welcoming, comforting.
It wraps around me
And soothes the last throbs away
From my eyes, my mind.
A relaxing glow
To match my own.
I recall the glare
Of the harsh light above
And I shudder,
Until I feel the easy light
Hug me in its warmth
And I know I am all right.
To those who wish
For the harsh white light
That confines the soul:
It is yours; you can have it.
Stay up there!
I love this dim crimson light
As it loves me.
It's flames keep me burning;
I am its happy child.
I have considered changing "happy" in the last line to content, devoted, loving, or willing.
2006-12-07
07:45:35
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rebekkah hot as the sun
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