Issue # 12 June 2012
Bryony Jagger
Fib Lanterns (continued)

 

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!

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