White
light.
Depth. Height.
Choral might
of the mass of sprite
welcoming home my soul so slight,
as it dissolves in this divinity with delight.
Floating free as a bird, this kite,
till something tugs tight,
pulls me – Ow! –
from light.
Pains
bite.
I'm
lost
lonely
far from light
in the maze of night.
Desperate panic's painful blight
as I realise that THIS IS LIFE. Such an insight
makes one yearn for lost holiness,
lost happiness, lost
bliss of flight.
Life's tied
so
tight!