LightA Poem by Midnight's Mistress
I view myself as a large searchlight.
I scream out "I AM HERE". People see me, even if they don't want to. I light up whatever interests me, making everyone else see it. Some people view me as police lights. I flash and squeal for attention. I will follow you down until you stop and see me. Most people roll their eyes at the sight of me. Others view me as a porch light. I show them where the door is. I shine all night long for them. I invite them in by giving them a break from the darkness. A few know me as the sun. I rise and set everyday. I keep their skin warm I am there all day long, even behind the clouds. Sometimes I wish I was a candle. Very small light with a good smell. Sitting on top of their cake. Mostly there to give a bit of light but also there to look nice. Instead I am all of them. Quiet as a candle, loud as a searchlight. As annoying as a siren and as welcoming as a porch light. But always as reliable as the rising sun. © 2013 Midnight's Mistress |
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