Neville

Those Who Would Love Light

Those Who Would Love Light

 

She is more than a

tumble of words

is my lady ..

Each one of them

flowing or golden

like gems …………

A poem

just waiting to

happen …………..

Caught in a spiral

suspended in rays

then strained slowly

Through stained glass

and

held aloft over alters

Dancing

with dust motes

in an arc before falling

Like light

refracted and traced

upon a glorious chapter

Prismed

and flawless

Adored by both

Blind men and miners

She is

more than a poem

Penned perfect

and patiently poised

just waiting …

To be exposed

to be seen

to be loved and be read