Light

A certain degree has, to me, presented itself -
A light, in definable circumstances, a calming tune –
Of beauty; almost concealed by hideous lintels,
Through tinted windows of deserted walls. It looms
defying midget privileges of the environs and status quo,
Denying complacency, paralysation caused by self-pity.
The light peruses my heart, my heart beats in metaphors
And beauty pierces my heart and simplifies complexities.

I am welcomed to a world of clarity, of quality.
(Though juvenescence is gone refreshment isn’t)
I am a virgin once more with a tame rationality.
My spirit is healed from the wounds of derision
I retain soul and peace of mind – I shed a tear,
Take a deep breath and float in the glory of recovery
With the view of Heaven’s mirror to see, clear.
Oh behold you hopeless man: Isn’t life so lovely!

Reassurance pats my shoulder, sanctifies me favourably
To light the hearth and burn my fears to total oblivion.
Oh, the thought that the light is here to abide with me permanently!
To me has been dealt peace, love patience, joy, dominion:
All things indispensable, things I shant refuse
For they indeed are essential, moreover they mean to elevate
one who for once could have died or become recluse.
Oh love, (pacifier): you came to liberate and to alleviate

I would bolt, best foot forward, in batty haste and thrift
Much so I constantly tripped myself and snuffed out my lamp,
Forgetting that the race is not given to the swift
But to the endurer: some speed is only mother to cramps,
Ankle-twists and twitched hamstrings; but knowing
Is growing: the software necessary for perfect self-preservation,
To shrug off the throes of depression to sail on the boat, rowing
And rowing. I see my destination: no qualms, no reservation.

So whether i am in a tempest or am slapped by a gentle breeze;
Whether the house is afire or the roof caves in and the walls fissure;
Even if my abode is swallowed by a flood, myself inside, no keys;
Or the floor be a doorway to an abyss, or the earth grow incisors
And canines of a horrible new-fangled beast: whether such misfortune
Should befall me whereby I am rendered flaccid and paralysed
In every which way, I shall be resigned only to turn and importune
That light to clarify, examine, prod for answers and analyze

Then shall be recorded footage of glorious triumph, darkness vanquished,
Celebratory wine-bottles popped to bask in the rays of this light.
This light (unlike my lamps that snuffed out) forever has darkness vanished
And faces beaming under peaceful legislation in the Year of Delight.
Men once of depleted confidence stand with me in single elevation
Receive ye the beauty, receive ye the light with grin-reception.
Arise, you who were once crestfallen. Indeed this is time for celebration
For the light has descended, expelling the known darkness of deception