slivers of light heal my soul

light, so wondrous, like so many other natural phenomenon, often taken for granted

green grass, moss, tinkling beads silver sparkles
dew lit up in morning sun
scattered slivers, streaks of fine glass 
like tiny spears striking the devices called eyes
they fill, saturate, and quench their thirst
but still want more,
my eyes want more light, 
cannot get their fill
i stare and stare, 
eye candy, these reflections of silver
light on dew drops, 
i move my head to change the angle 
and the needle slivers of mercury flash
photons at speed of light quench my mind’s thirst
i dare not look away, for if i do
i know darkness will blind my soul again
dare i turn away, sadness’ fatigue 
will crush my bones
break my strength, lose my way
green grass, moss, tinkling beads
silver sparkles 
dew lit up in morning sun
blazing mirrors inside my soul
i’m standing here ’til the sun burns it off
i’m going to close my eyes
i’m going to memorize and keep
those wet beads that sent silver slivers
rays of light 
i need to heal my broken soul