Somewhere,
something holds my gaze.
It draws me.
Shining,
like a beacon through time,
through swirling dust.
It guides me.
Through banality, vulgarity,
it speaks in tones as clear as light.
I see, I hear, I feel.
I know.
Stay with me.
The Light
Published by Parson Thru on June 22, 2011 - 21:50
from the ABC set Parson Thru I
from the ABC set Parson Thru I
Comments
fromagreenhill | June 24, 2011 - 05:34
This does just what I think a poem should do, it made me look up, out of the window and away into the distance remembering something I couldn't name. Very nice.
Parson Thru | June 25, 2011 - 00:07
Thank you. That's lovely.