Light stretching out
To the sky
Like a child's hand
Outreaching for a moment
A lingering sensation
That fleeting feeling of security
And it grabs it
It holds on tight
It will not let go
I can never let go
And the light strengthens
And it envelops
And it burns through everything
And everyone
For it is the light
And it fades
And it loses its grip
Light can try to hold on
Anything can try to hold
But sometimes
When everything seems right
And perfect
And its blinding you
And me
And everyone
And everything
Light starts to fade
And that's just fine
Because the best light is fleeting
Because a world of wonderful things
Is a boring world indeed.

The End

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