Touching the Light

It is beautiful

The most beautiful thing my mind has ever conceived!

It blinds me. With its

Energy

 

Energy. . .

 

Light filters from its surface

Like strands of golden cream cascading onto my face

I reach out to touch it

But touching the light is like

Reliving a memory

Of something that never really happened

It is like clicking all the colorful buttons

Of the soul’s elevator

Like breathing sparks etched onto the imagination

Like making love to a ghost

The bubbles of air leave my mouth like white angels

Buoyantly floating up

Leaving me

The bright colors blend like mosaic

Rainbow pearls

Floating as if they are planets above me

The dance and dance and swirl around

I am at peace

Because I know

Even if

I will never touch it,

That I will not breathe again�"

That the end is but an inch below me

In charcoal indigo and purple

I can sink knowing that

My mind

Was graced by conceiving

Its beauty

 

Reviews

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

Oh-my-gosh. that was incredible!! simply beatuiful. I loved every stanza, I felt like I was getting a massage just reading your poem. Waht is this light, this beauty you speak of? God? A particular woman? either way, it was an enjoyable read. hope to read more.

Kena SunGoddess Dawn

[YourSecondShadow]

holy freakin conoli dude! haha awesome! completly fresh and breath taking. i have no idea what you may have been thinking about when you were writing this but this soley enrapturing!

[Tai Chi Italy]

I see you have not lost your fine poetic touch young man! Simply beautiful work, so much more mature than your age...you have a wise and contagious way with you. A sheer pleasure to read.

Smiling at you

Tai