White light
light the way,
light the way in and out,
count the roots leaving
Earth’s cruel soil
to breathe in oxygen
and the salt of the stars.
nightshade and glade,
night finds its way in and out,
competes with the fireflies
and their neon trails
lighting a faery route
through the sense-blessed green.
day’s breaking might,
night’s awe-inspiring foe,
for in the midst of darkness
we will turn to the light,
the purest white, deepest sight,
to wash negativity away.
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