Perfect Light
March 2012
I have lived in the brilliant light,
hard and clear like a highly polished diamond
sitting on the finger with a highly lacquered nail
I have lived in the penetrating light,
where you run and hide when the sun reaches it zenith and wait
until the sun sets and the ground cools before you venture forth
I have lived in the cool ice blue light,
and wondered how the sun must feel trying so hard
to touch the earth and warm it with its embrace
Today, I live in the soft light,
where the pale yellow greets the morning,
and the soft lavender whispers good evening
Light is to my heart
as words are to my soul,
and I cannot live without either
Here in the perfect light I wish to remain
A Thought For Every Word
GL Roberts Books 
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