Light is Life
Tony DeLorger © 2016
Translucent threads, like spider webs
adorn the prism of my encapsulation,
captured between darkness and light;
within this light refractory,
my soul in a rainbow state,
wrapped in threads that hold the weight,
spinning in a void of possibility.
Set in crystal, body taut,
I cannot move nor utter words, implore,
this prison is my resting place,
light the paint that holds, encased
within a clarity that yields no truth;
just a sentence with no changes made,
no proof or slanderous accusation laid,
what will I do?
How did I fall to this,
when clarity often freedom’s bliss,
and here I find my prison cell, the very chime of my bell,
and death no comfort, no ending rhyme,
clarity of light the dazzling blinding plight, I find,
its sting twice the hurt,
for me a translucent end, inert.
But when light in shards so strong,
beams down to my crystal soul entwined,
I shimmer with every color bold,
saturate in light’s afferent hold,
and suddenly my soul ignites,
meaning soars on high in light,
and I begin to understand.
Light is life.