The light, the heat.

A new poem I wrote 14 years ago:

in the eyes

Shimmering dusk spied through smoky grey;
clouded without, and burning within.
The glance cuts the haze,
as twilight’s final rays
cast a finish on what will begin.
Nighttime falls to stormy skies,
rumbling deep in resonance.
The thunder applauds
the brilliance of God,
and light takes up its residence.
Eyes aglow in the blinding strike;
wet with the promise of diminishing drought.
A lifetime of thirst
is quenched in the burst,
and with the flood goes the long reign of doubt.

©2006/2007 Me

My intent here is to publish some of my writings as I compile them into book form. I plan on giving a bit of a description or rationale for each poem, though some of the origins escape me now.

This one, from what I recall, was about the power of a glance, and the impact that a loving look can have on someone. I read a tweet today that said "A smile that reminds you that anything is possible." This is about that feeling, that power that happens when someone looks deep into your troubled soul, and doesn't flee in horror.