A radiant beam— at night
to come to rest, settle— alight,
overtaken by light if despised;
specify happiness as bright.

A white of light— that has flown,
it can lift but never be thrown,
easy to take and easy to blow—
Your strength decides how far I go.

I am everywhere, contemplating,
I ceaselessly continue, shining
even if it's daylight I'm still here—
Endeared; born, live, die till I disappear.

I have a feeling that's hard to define,
A gentle touch of soul— temperate sunshine.
I can make you soar, and make you fall,
But without me, thy life feels so small.

A word that turns into emotions,
Deepest inclination as passion,
It comes from the heart— not obsession;
enthralled, bewitched in its affection.

Fathomless feeling, profound and true,
But when shattered— a painful adieu,
A fragile heart, once fit and strong;
now burdened with a mournful long.

It lives but doesn't need breathing,
No mouth, but can devour everything—
It is the foes of the light— grow stronger;
Yet it consumes all, without any care.

Not a poem, not a riddle to answer enigmatically,
not a riddle nor a poem to feel it more poignantly,
just a poet— a poet's mind too far fathom chaotically;
Too wildly uncontrolled emotion; hysterically– a poet's dream created by the imagination; blooms phantasmagorically.

© G. E.G. Martinez
4/29/24

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