Light

March 16, 2014

I came from a lightning bolt cast from the sky

Charring the ground and blinding the night

Not until the tears soaked the ground did the clouds know they cried

Pitying the child- fearing the sight

But I rose from the ashes and looked up to the moon

Shining on, shimmering on and glistening on the ruins

I kept that light in my pocket- through heartache and strife

And it guided me child for the rest of my life

And I return to the spot where the sky struck the ground

Sweeping the ash with my fingertips listening to the sound

The ruins are still ruins, but somehow more bright

And I hope it was me who touched them

And lit them up with my light

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