The Light

About a dying person, who thinks she/he sees an angel before she/he dies.

Maybe if my eyes were like spotlights 

that could scour through 

large land areas, 

then I could see into your mind. 

The vines, the jungle weeds, 

the grass 

would all melt away, 

and I'd see you. 

An orb of fiery 

light shining in the 

dark of the woods. 

Your hand would reach 

out to me, and I'd take it 

and linger in your 

holiness before I fade 

into the 

nothing.

Reviews

[sithlordjp]

the courage we find in ourselves while looking in dark places. The light we shine can make us see the light inside... Easily snuffed out though. One must be careful, to find it again. I find this poem very touching. You filled it with emotions the reader can relate to, and take the journey, in the light. Beautiful writing.

[sarah]

This is beautiful, I have always wanted to be able to read that one persons mind. But maybe its better I not. I really enjoyed this write :-)

[Tazz S.H.]

:D yes! Finally. Someone read my work. Thanks alot, this means so much to me