Light

I will borrow your light

to light up a path

into your sorrow-ful nest

That nest choked with

red flowers growing and throwing

deep roots into the

faraway past blooms

that are comfortably forgotten

or shape shifted into

deep violet catalysts

voraciously pouring into the

growth of your light,

which grows

such high

much shimmering

never shivering.

I will drop pieces of your light

on my way

to the seagulls and mad bulls

and tell them to stop

searching for the freedoms

that are not lost but are soft

and hope they'd see that it's amber

and washaway the red and blood

with sunray strokes

All those paths

only to reach

the eternally lit up flame

behind your ears

wavering and painting

dappled-amber light

on your breast

casting it's blue shadows

wavering again,

against

the goosebumps

and the dancing hair

And I take your light again,

and

bring it back with another

tint and hint.