light

I think we are chasers of light — from the light we have come & to the light we shall return

Like the sun kissing the horizon in crimson flame, you crept —

like first meetings,

gentle and

like falling in (and out) of love,

slowly, then all at once

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Like the light greeting the darkened sky in the promised embrace of morning

like sunset

whose fingers stretch across the sky in colorful anticipation of the coming night

like the lights of cities we have yet to see, like the lives of people we’ve yet to meet, like hands touching for the first time, riddled by excitement

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I know the light, the true light is out there, I just hope that as I search for it that it leads me to you