How fast can light travel? How easily can light warm the earth as it spills from the horizon to illuminate the land--to set ablaze the drops of dew that cling to each blade of grass, freshly melted from the crisp of frost. Light can free all things--it can expose, illuminate, it can separate into many different colors through a prism of glass or drops of rain.
I want to fly with the light and be collected by daisies and orchids--to enrich the greenery that carpets the lush earth when the stars vanish behind the silky veil of blue. Maybe someday I can join the sun in its blaze in the heavens and help to set the clouds aflame--the soft waves of fire, suspended above the earth in perpetual, breathing motion, billowing and dissipating on the whim of the thermal.
Light breaths heat into our midst like swirling ribbons of gold, that cling to our bodies and melt like butter. Comfort. The fire place. A cup of tea. An embrace.
Maybe someday I can help to embrace. To comfort. To tread upon the land that is cold and warm it with my steps and comfort the crying child. The wounded soldier.
Light can heal--dry tears--warm--expose--renew--love--embrace--minister--love--feed--cover--love--dazzle--spread--light travels quickly. The fastest motion.
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Beautiful.
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