The Light

By Parson Thru

Wed, 22 Jun 2011
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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.

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Submitted by fromagreenhill on
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.

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Thank you. That's lovely.

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