An Ode to the Lights

An ode I wrote about the light booth.

Oh, how the moon

Is reflected in

Your eyes!

The quietly cresting

Ocean waves

Are dwarfed in beauty

As compared to you.

With your smile

Brightening all

And shedding light

Upon the dark.

 

 

Oh, how you mimic

The heavenly stars

Perfectly.

The silent space

Still supports you.

The shadow of a forest

Welcomes your warm

And gentle touch.

The creatures that

Walk beneath you

Do not know of

Your great power.

 

 

Why do you keep

Your power hidden

From them?

Why do you not show them

The beauty that you contain?

You are too humble

To not receive credit.

 

 

Without you,

There would be

No humor,

No mourning,

No rejoicing,

No funeral.

There would be

No smiles,

No tears,

No revelations,

No story.

 

 

Beautifully burning,

As if a joyful soul,

Shining upon those

Who choose to accept

Your twisted cables and wires.

Reviews

[John Anderson]

Very beautifully expressed and wonderfully written. Well done!