September has had me looking for light
The kind I don’t have to set myself on fire for
(Anymore)
The kind that opens up my eyes wide, yet gentle
Light, this month, has been heavy
The kind I need to lift up and feel sore
And yet again I mostly yearn
For a light that has feathers
The kind I would see a clear river in
The kind that reflects off of
A waterfall mist.
-Al