Wasted Gift

light
turns to dust
on the stony floor
of mortality.
the shades we wear
are too dark
to see
it
go to ground.
all those
particles –
sparkling;
and we
wade,
knee-deep,
in the thoughtful gift
meant to uplift.

thumb3_a_hand_of_light_in_the_dark_________________________
photo credits: openwalls.com

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8 thoughts on “Wasted Gift

  1. I visualize you sitting at a spare desk in a high tower waiting for the moon to dispense the magic the allows you to write such sublime poetry. In reality, you’re probably sitting at an overflowing computer desk with a cup of tea at your side and a cat on your lap.

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