Lights.
They say she resides in the city of lights
There subsiding behind all that bright, is her soul’s fight
Her eyes hide, not in fear or fright, but in a glimmer
A shimmer that can no longer simmer within
She is a reincarnation of a world that found unity
Tranquility in the balance of life and peace.
Here she sits as the beams from the strip illuminate her outer being
But none shine as bright as the essence of her inner self
As the sun dominates the day, so shall the moon take over the night
Shinning over all, giving sight to the lost and revealing a new source to the light
But she doesn’t emit a spectrum that can be spotted, captured or caught
Her light is that, hidden from sight, but beamed from her energy
She sees the world for what it is and not for what it was, that cannot be taught
And like the mighty moon that persuades the powerful ocean
The emotions tied to all that she is, are as powerful as that same motion…
That motion of waves and storms and tides that sculpt the landscape
No one can escape the positive aura she emits
An overwhelming sense of belonging and acceptance
She is the child of light and the defeater of darkness
There is no hesitance in who she is. Her standing still causes a restlessness
So she keeps moving, rising and setting only to rise again
An evolution of self she welcomes each new day with open heart
Just as the stars welcome the dark, she welcomes the tired and broken
Without words spoken she heals the insides and treats with an ancient love
She is the beam, she is the light. She is the day, she is the night
Without the darkness, the stars and moon wouldn’t be as bright
She is energy, shinning forth with unstoppable power and force
She is ancient new and present. Balanced, centered, smooth and coarse.
Gentle and tame, but ferocious and fierce