Light Stories

Scurrying crowds beat down on the pavementsAnd screaming children bicker with their frustrated adults,Strangers to each other in this season of enforced cheer.Blue-white light strings buzz above the precinct,A harsh, cruel sneer to the ancient blazeOf my Christmas starAnd the drifting kisses of earthbound snow.No longer do shepherds hurry to a manger,Nor do the wise offer prophetic gifts;But teenagers gather around window...

This day is cold and dreary,The angels pouring tears of mourning miseryUpon the corpses of leavesThat slake their former glory into slimeAlong the pavements I tread with weariness.The sky heaves, bruised and swollen,Rumbles of passing thunderFading into the distanceAnd bearing down as their gigantic wavesRoll full circle to drenchThis aching soul once more.The winter solsticeIs creeping closer,Drowning ancient observances...

Alone at night Stars sparkling I think of warmth lost to me My soul is cold Touch of fear Yet I admire nature’s cold beauties I close my eyes darkness to match the skies I hear the sound of dying life World is still awake Some are sleeping some are on the roads On endless journey Struggle to make ends meet Celebrations somewhere of good over evil Some bidding farewell to dead All waiting for dawn yet to come My eyes searc...

WAS THERE LIGHT?It wasn't that you were mistakenThat you imagined itIt's just that she has given in to her darknessAnd has doused her own Light

Even in the darkest sky there is light.Look hard not a quickened glance,light is there to see. Even turbulent swirling dark clouds carry images of joy, that display in time.Where nothing good seems be. The darkest night, shows the dimmest star giving hope, feeding warmer thoughts.Should we not shout with glee? The brightest day, casts shadows darkest,the sun has a darker side we can not see.Should we not shout with glee?...

The 7 trees The seven trees Once bare limbed Gather their summer robes Swirling around them As they dance in the wind Luminescent bursts of light appear Through hand span sized leaves Olive green, yellow ochre Dipping and swaying in the wind Shadows moving as the sun arches Its way across the sky Leaves, olive green On grey cloudy days Yellow on sunny days Against diamonds of light Draw a curtain across the busy road So b...

I like this light that streams in through my  window and fills my heart  I don’t know what time of the day it is,  or where I am.  I can’t seem to attribute this light to any  particular time or place.  Nor can I identify or locate its childlike rays. This is what they must’ve had in mind  When they said ‘mellow’  and a lot of other things they didn’t say,  Because they had no names. Neither is the sun glowering at me  No...