The light at the end

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

Close your eyes and open them again.
When you blink you can see it.
The light is just barely present.

Like the flash of a lighter.
A ghostly motion
with a shimmer and a hiss.

Even when late in the evening
the gremlin spark darts around
looking for a place to begin its chanting.

See there? A foo fighter racing past.
Silently the fairy dust reflects moonlight.
These confounded never-ending embers are just out of view.

And yet, with plenty of warning the final day jolts you awake.
So hard to breathe with mother’s cloak upon your chest.
The pain of confusion mounting and pushing memories along.

Everything gets darker, then darker still.
Remember the many depths of red?
See how light transforms the last wave of this shoreline.

A cold gale buffets you as the light at the end chastises your presence here.
The stormy stream scoops up your buoyant soul and punches it into the above world.
The fates and the powers grind your pivot to view every tearful face.

Happy birthday, baby.

Copyright © 1960-2017 Lawrence J. J. Leonard  All rights reserved.

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